There are some things I do that are almost too absurd to share with the public. Thankfully, this isn’t one of them. Plus, I “shared” with the public more than I ever intended to anyway…
This morning, due to insomnia problems, I was getting ready for work after my family had already left for school. As I was going through my groggy morning routine I got a call on my cellphone telling me every computer in our school district was frozen. I correctly assumed they didn’t mean the temperature had drastically dropped and rather they were all unresponsive.
My first response after hanging up was to blame the dog.
“Tux! Why are the new switches failing me!?!?!”
Submissive little creature that he is, Tux decided it was time to roll over and let me rub his tummy. I did so, but then scooped him up and put him in his dog crate. (See, Tux thinks alone time is best spent pooping and peeing on carpets, but that’s another story altogether)
I quickly found a pair of mismatched socks from the sock basket, my norm, and put them on. I sat on the couch and tied up my Converse All-Stars. Then as I sprinted through the dining room, I grabbed my tattered jean jacket from the back of the chair where I hung it last night.
Thankfully it’s still early spring here in Michigan. You see, in my haste and confusion I had forgotten to put on pants. The crisp April air on my ghostly white legs quickly pointed out the error. It’s quite possible the neighbor lady died of shock.
Rest assured I did go back inside and put on some pants. Which is good, because I also didn’t have my keys, so I would have been a pantsless maniac pounding on the outside of a school building. I’m pretty sure you go to jail for stuff like that…
As long as you didn’t put on the pants in that picture.
I think I’m blind…
At least you didn’t do this in January, where not only would it have gotten you arrested, but also a major case of frost bite! (I was going to to add a quip about colourful spheres, but thought better of it)
I had a pair of pants pretty close to those in the picture.I got them from Goodwill. My wife tossed ’em.
Good grief dude
Thanks for making me feel better about being OCD. I’m slightly less annoyed that I have to look at myself in the mirror several times before I can leave the house.
I check the locks in the house at least twice on my way too.
This post actually makes me jealous. Why? Because the last paragraph makes it clear that in spite of not having on pants and therefore, having no keys, you have a magical “goes-where/when-you-tell-it-to-go” car.
It’s not quite as good as a flying car, but not bad anyway.
Nathan: I haven’t taken the keys out of the ignition of my car in years. 🙂