After Jeremiah had his shower, he found he had a problem with trying to get dressed.
Strewn across the floor of his room were various items of clothing. Jeans. T-shirts. Even sweatshirts. What did they have in common? None of them fit any more. His shoulders were too wide for the shirts, and his butt too big for the jeans, causing many a torn seam.
Not even his coveralls that he usually wore when spraying chemicals would fit him.
Jeremiah sat, in defeat, staring at his clothes that no longer fit him.
"What am I to do?" he mourned. "I won't be able to work; Nothing fits."
Indeed.
Not even his underwear, socks or shoes would fit him anymore.
Suddenly, Jeremiah had an idea - he could make his own clothes.
He gathered up his spare bedsheets, some big safety pins, and fashioned a makeshift toga out of his bedsheets, using the pins to fasten his sheets together.
He now has his very own Roman toga.
He checked out his new outfit in the mirror.
"It's a little draughty in the nether regions, but at least it fits." he said.
He looked down at his bare feet.
He was able to fashion some sandals outta some smooth wood, and some of his belts.
They felt strange at first, but he soon got into them.