After
yesterday's traipsing about hither and yon across three counties in Southern California, I finally settled into my room. I went to unpack and iron my clothes for today. I walked over to my suitcase, tripped over my big box, and finally made it. I pulled out my clothes for the morning. But there was something missing.
My pants.
While I carefully packed a day's ration of shirts and sock and whatnot for each day I'm down here, I seem to have neglected the slacks.
Now, I am no where near "cool" enough to get away with going to a business causal work event wearing jeans. I don't look avant-garde. I look like a scary electrician. And I know nothing about electricity.
So I set the alarm for the crack of dawn this morning, got up, put on my
jeans, and headed off to my personal storage unit -- the local Target. Five minutes and $45 later, I had two pair of pants and could finally start my week.
I can't wait to see tomorrow's adventures.
6 comments:
You have a California storage unit? You ARE cool.
Okay, what happened to your pants? Did you leave it at the hotel where the projectors were?
Oh, my. I guess the most impressive part is that you were able to find 2 pairs of pants in the size and color(s) you needed in 5 minutes.
I always forget something but I don't think I ever forgot my pants. I'm always forgetting a belt or a matching handbag or some other little thing like a toothbrush.
Pants win the forgetting prize.
I'm still not sure how I did it. But all I know is there is a lonely pair of pants on my bed back home now, wondering why they didn't get in the suitcase.
LDK -- Being able to walk into a store and quickly find clothes that fit is one of the perks of being a guy. I guess we just come in fewer shapes.
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