It’s a typical day, 6:30 a.m. and I’m getting ready to go to work. Shower, shave, hair, contacts, slacks, shirt, undies, socks, shoes, belt, watch, wallet, money, change, pocket knife, name badge, car keys, work keys & cell phone. Ok, I’m out the door and lugging this stuff around for the next 9 hours while walking miles back and forth at the store.
Whew!! I’m finally home and now it’s time to relax and unwind. Gotta unload those pockets, get out of the restrictive clothing and into something comfy, something baggy. Ahhh!! that’s better, now I can get myself a tall glass of ice water and check my email… Oh No, wait! Wendy’s coming, she HATES these pants, I can certainly see why… six day old road-kill is more attractive than these things, but that’s not the point, they’re comfortable! so what if they make me look like I’m wearing a droopy diaper. Who cares if there are a few holes in the backside? I LIKE my comfy pants and now I have to spend many a day worrying that she will slip them into the garbage can while I’m away.