A man should have the right to wear his clogs. In the marriage contract, I believe clogs are included in the “good times and bad” section.
I’m going to hire an army of protestors to picket the house chanting:
“We’re here,
We’re …
We’re wearing clogs
Get used to it.”
Actually, not sure about the exact wording of the chant, but by Gaia there will be a reckoning.
For the record, Chuck is fine since wearing the clogs. My delicate feelings, however, are bruised.