A week to stay in bed

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.


Jon Clarke said...

You have a California storage unit? You ARE cool.

AVCr8teur said...

Okay, what happened to your pants? Did you leave it at the hotel where the projectors were?

LDK in STL said...

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.

Unknown said...

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.

Cromely said...

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.

Cromely said...

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.