My husband and I recently had a very good laugh. We actually got our Tour Master rainsuits mixed up and we're wearing each others, lol. Don't ask me how my husband managed to squeeze into my size small, but he did! And I'm very greatful he didn't rip the seams out!!
Last spring we got a really good deal on our rainsuits. We ended up picking the same color, as this color stands out to be noticed and we "like" that. These suits are great quality, too. The only difference is mine is size small and his an extra-large. In the above photo, we actually have on the right suits.
This summer we went on a family vacation and on the first day we hit two hours of non-stop, gully-washing, constant downpouring rain. Side note - we did have a blast riding in the rain - end side. Upon arriving at our hotel, we hung up our gear to dry. The next morning I'm not sure which of us grabbed their gear first (note: not wanting to put blame here, but my husband is always up and packed to go first!!), but whoever did, see previous note (lol), didn't grab their own suit. Before I packed mine away, I'm looking for my tank bag strap that I had put into my pocket when I took the tank bag off and put it in the car with our sons. I'm searching my (actually his) rain jacket and can't find it. We never realized then that we had accidently swapped our rainsuits. We search all over and can't find the strap. I'm pretty upset that I accidently lost it. So we, unknowingly, pack our wrong rainsuits into our motorcycle saddlebags and hit the road.
A couple of months go by and we take a trip up to Cripple Creek for the annual Vets Rally. As goes the course, we get caught in a non-stop, gully-washing, constant downpouring rain, lol. I'm putting my suit on, thinking it's roomier then I remember, and he's putting his suit on, thinking his is tighter then he remembers but thinking it's because he's all wet and trying to put the suit on in the rain. As you know, when it's raining and you're trying to get these suits on, it's not easy even when they are the right size, lol. It's raining very hard and we just want to get our rainsuits on and get back home. We still don't realize the mistake we made months ago.
Now a few weeks go by and my youngest son comes running into the house with my tank bag strap. I'm elated to have my strap back. I do the happy dance. I ask where on earth did he find it? My husband still hasn't realized our mistake. After the dance, I start to think about this. I thought the strap was in my jacket. My jacket (really his, are you confused yet?) is in the house. I go to look at it and see it's size X-large. Now I'm pretty sure I didn't get that size. I go outside and have my husband pull out his rainsuit and it's then we finally discover that a switch had been made. He had a size small rainsuit in his motorcycle bag.
That's when we have a really good laugh. Now he understands why his (really mine) rainsuit was so hard to get on when we were in Cripple Creek. This is one story we will happily remember for years to come.
Wishing you great stories in your journey's,