Suddenly, naked!
On the way home Friday, I noticed that there were a pair of Khaki pants on the side of the road, on the exit ramp leading to 88.
They were still there today. They looked very much as if someone just stepped out of them on the side of the expressway. the belt was still in the belt loops. There were other articles of clothing around. Maybe it was the rapture. if they’re still there tomorrow I’m gonna stop and bag and tag ’em.
That might just be a sign that Robb Allen is in town.
TBG
Maybe someone broke one of those old people rules, “never trust a fart”!
I don’t bother to stop for road clothing. They are never my size.
Reminds me of the Dr. Seuss story where the narrator is haunted by a pair of pale green pants with nobody inside them. Turns out the pants where just as scared as him, and they become great friends.
I had a weird childhood.
Australian aborigines supposedly do that when they are overcome with an urge to “go walkabout.” If you hear reports of a naked black guy rooting around in fallen logs for grubs to eat, you’ll know it’s an aborigine.
It is the right time of the year. As all the plants and assorted shrubs have de-nuded themselves. Seems only fitting, the other vegetation should do likewise.
Guy: You are loaded with wisdom today!
Og: That, and I know for a fact it wasn’t my khakis in question.
Oh, those were mine. I met a nice lady.