How about stepping out of a hot shower, or any other pre-dressing activity that leaves perspiration on the body, then trying put put a t-shirt ON! The once roomy, freely-falling garment that usually drops in a graceful and effortless unfolding the moment you get your head and arms through, has become a clinging boa constrictor, wrapping itself into itself in manner that defies your every attempt find bottom of the shirt and tug it free from itself. The curseometer goes into overdrive at that point for me. Sometimes it's enough to make a grown man cry.

Greg