Dilemma

Before Amanda went out tonight she came downstairs and announced, “I have a dilemma.”

Uh oh. A dilemma. Was it some complex scheduling problem? A relationship quagmire? I hoped it wasn’t too serious of a dilemma.

She continued, “I’m wearing my ‘skinny’ jeans so I can tuck them into my boots, but we’re going bowling and skinny jeans will look funny with bowling shoes.”

Whew. It was merely a wardrobe dilemma. No, not even that. A vanity dilemma? Kara assured her that nothing looks good with bowling shoes and reminded her that only her girlfriends would be there, likely with the same problem. When I went bowling at her age, even in mixed company, I only worried about my score. Well, and I hoped not to have holes in my tube socks.