The drawstring came out of these pants when I washed them.
Andy, of course, was interested in “helping” me.
I eventually discouraged Andy! Gad!
It took effort, but centimeter by centimeter, I eventually pushed the drawstring through.
Andy noticed the drawstring before I noticed Andy. He was ready to “help” me again.
After all the time and effort it took to get that drawstring back in my pants, there was no way I was going to let Andy get near it. Sorry, Andy. Go ahead and pout.