“If Möbius weren’t dead already…” I said, holding up what would (eventually) be a pair of trousers.
“You’d punch him. Repeatedly,” finished my husband.
“Oh, wait a sec. No, it turns out I’m just not old enough to wear pants.” Having wrangled them to a more trouser-like mien, the murderous look faded from my eyes.
“It would have been interesting, though, to have Möbius pants.”
“It would, until I tried to wear them. Wearing Moebius pants on a plane is like… bringing whisky to school in a Acme Klein Bottle. It doesn’t work.”
“Bringing whisky to school. In a Klein bottle. Right.”
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“If Möbius & Klein isn’t the name of a company, it needs to be. I”ll have to start it.”
“Möbius & Klein, hm?” He clearly wasn’t seeing the potential here.
“Yes, Möbius & Klein.” I went on with some regret. “The logo probably won’t be able to be rendered in 3D space, though.”