Did you know that? More importantly, did you want to know that?
I discovered that this morning when I realized exactly how much stuff I keep in my pants pockets. This has been a running joke in our house for a long time, going back to the days when the Boss did laundry. That was way back in the last century. I would walk in the back door of our old house and find a mountain of pocket stuff on the clothes dryer. It was a source of mild annoyance for the Boss until it became a source of bemusement and then morphed into a shrug of the shoulders and a shake of the head.
My pants are filled!
The Boss was looking for her house keys this morning. After she asked me if I knew where her keys were I went straight to my pants. There has been more than one occasion where we’ve swapped keys and hers were discovered in my pants pockets the next morning. I picked my pants off the floor and heard the tell-tale jingle jangle of….
Allen Wrenches. Five of them, to be exact, all together on a key ring.
But wait! There was more jingling. I reached in and pulled out…
My house keys. And then the house keys for a friend of ours. We were watching their dogs this weekend.
I smiled at the Boss. “Kinda makes you wonder how I keep them around my waist, doesn’t it?”
“I was thinking about Felix the Cat’s magic bag,” she replied.
Wouldn’t it have been funny if I pulled a canoe out of my pants?
What was even more surprising this morning was what I discovered when I put the contents of my pants on a scale. It was only 14 ounces! I was genuinely surprised. The heaviest items were my wallet, at five ounces, and my keys, at four ounces. I would have put that pile of stuff at a pound-and-a-half, easily!
My wallet is almost an inch-and-a-half thick, filled with important stuff. What isn’t in my wallet? Why, money, of course. I found one, lonely, folded, greenback.
Kinda pathetic, isn't it?
The Boss found her keys in her jacket pocket, hanging in the hallway closet.
So, what’s in your pants pockets?
