Because a life unexamined is lived without intention.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
I have a love/hate relationship with pants. Jeans, in particular, have frustrated the hell out of me for decades. Mainly because I am a woman trapped in a mad gorilla's body. (for more information on this, go here) So when I stopped in at the local Good Will and did a "drive-by" of the men's jeans isle (see, as I have a 36 inch inseam, I don't really have to look at sizes per se, I just cruise by looking at the bottoms of the legs, if there happens to be a pair dragging on the floor, I'll stop) and there was indeed one such pair--I damn near did a happy dance right there when not only the waist size was a match, but they were Rock & Revival jeans! ($158 online, $7.99 at Good Will. The world is a marvelous place)
I shimmied out to the car and grinned like a crazy Cheshire Cat the entire way home. Chucked those suckers in the wash, and pulled them on that night for a "fitting" before heading out with my husband. You know when you um...well, these are button fly, so I did all that; buckled my belt, and then what do you do? You slide your hands in your pockets, right? Gotta get all that material sleek and flat for that perfect fit. I slid my hands into my pockets....and ran smack into my undies.
I wish I could have seen my own face. I whipped them puppies down and discovered that someone had "altered" them--cut down the entire length of BOTH front pockets! WTH??? I am speechless. I am stunned. However, when I redressed and went down to stand with my back to my husband and invited him to check out my front pockets, he was quite impressed and grinning like a goof as we left for dinner.
So this is my question, so far I have one vote for this dude being a professional pocket-pooler. Any theories on this cat? Personally, I've worn them twice since (they do fit awesomely) and nearly died of mortification when I distractedly dropped a handful of coins in my pocket--only to have them roll out all over the store floor. The guy behind me at the grocery was totally confused. Seriously--what good are pants without pockets??
What the heck do I do with my keys?! Dear Lord, please don't let me slip my phone in there in mixed company....