I asked Jerry what it would take, what amount of money would induce him, to ever wear plaid tights. A double-dog-dare?
All I could get from him at first was, “It would have to be a special occasion.”
Like his own funeral, I prodded? Finally he agreed, “I think I’d have to be in my coffin. And then I’d have to be cremated.”
He said he’d rather wear a kilt.