My dear DH asked to have a pair of jeans altered and I reluctantly said OK. Unfortunately, my mind must have wandered because one leg ended up being 1 inch shorter than the other. He came into my sewing room with this look of confusion on his face and I burst out laughing. Luckily after he got over the disappointment of my having messed up his jeans, we laughed about it. To this day, when he overhears someone ask me if I hem pants he gets that funny look on his face remembering his jeans. My girls teased him for days about the "Erkel" pants and told him to walk with one leg on the curb and the other on the street and no one would notice or only walk on slanted streets. It was a hoot. I felt real badly about it and now am super careful when I hem his pants, but every time he gets a new pair of jeans, he has that look on his face. LOL