Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Close call
Since puberty and an unfortunate "awareness" incident I haven't left the house in sweatpants. I've had to go to physical therapy recently. The PT has to get to all of the muscles to massage and evaluate. I had to wear track pants (aka warm-up pants, or sweats if you rather). These particular pants are about as comfortable as they get but they have no pockets (they have stupid designs on the side that look like pockets). I had to carry my wallet (I only know two people who call it a bill-fold) in my jacket. I don't wear this jacket so often so I didn't know it sucked at keeping things in the pockets. So now I have to think about baseball, not reach for the non-existent pant pockets and try to keep everything in the sucky jacket pockets. Why didn't I see the next thing coming? Later in the afternoon I couldn't find my wallet. I looked everywhere. I called Target (last place I saw it) and the customer service lady basically said, "No, but doesn't that suck for you?" I looked all over the van, no sign... Until I had to wake 8 up. My new perspective solved my problems. I don't think I'm ever wearing sweat pants in public again. Matter of fact, the pocket-less pants and sucky jacket are worthless. I'll give them to charity so they don't go to complete waste.
// posted by Bo @ 6:50 PM 
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