Remember that game from when you were a child? Easily played, all you needed was a button.My first husband was involved with the Jaycees which caused me to be there, too. It was then, back in the 70s, that there was a state meeting which we were going to attend at Cody, Wyoming. Getting ready to go I picked up his jacket and my trench coat (it was the 70s!) and we packed everything in the car. Away we went.
We attended a banquet and I carried my coat because it was still warm out. After the banquet and some drinks our group gathered to go somewhere else a little more livelier. I got my coat from the rack and when I put it on----there weren't any buttons!!! Buttonholes but no buttons! "I don't have any buttons", I said in shock. Nobody took me seriously and laughed and joked because they thought the liquor had affected me. I was the only one who took me seriously. I was dumbfounded. It practically ruined the evening - what had happened to my buttons?
When we got back home after the weekend I found out that whatever they cleaned my coat with at the cleaners had dissolved my buttons. Diane
