(Warning: this post does not contain much about running. Even though I hiked 2 miles today at 10,000 feet and then ran 5.5 miles, I won’t be talking about that here. I’ve got much more important gems to fill you in on).
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Here’s why I’m a dork. Have you seen the new cargo pants that are more fitted? Kind of the skinny jean version for cargo pants? Well, I bought some. Yesterday was the first real fall-like day we had around here, so I thought I’d sport my new pants. In all honesty, since I work from home, I don’t do a lot of showering or changing out of my running clothes. It was kind of a big deal for me to rinse off and put on an outfit that didn’t sport the words Nike or Champion.
You know when you buy something new and wear it for the first time? You tend to feel a little special. You’ve got a spring in your step. This is how I felt in my new pants. I strutted around for hours. I ran errands. I picked up kids from school. It wasn’t until I took Emma to piano lessons that something white caught my eye. My gaze followed the pants down the ankle where there hung the security tag. You know - the one that you can’t get off without the special tool from the store. The As Seen On TV people should really invent one of those gadgets for the general population so: 1) we can steal things easier, 2) we don’t keep having to go back to the store to get them removed, and/or 3) we don’t have to keep ripping our clothes trying to remove them ourselves. It’s funny how you always think you can get it off, but you can’t without mutilating something. You just can’t.
Yep. I’d been traipsing about sporting one of these sexy tags.
You may ask, “Didn’t the alarm go off when you left the store?” No because I stole them, dumb ass. Just kidding. Yes, in fact, the alarm did go off. Like a good shopper, I went back in and they searched my bag. They told me it was my cell phone that must have set it off. Cell phone my ass. It was the damn security tag that the check out dude overlooked.
By the way, the check out dude was sick as a dog. He sniffled and hacked his way through scanning my items, often wiping his snot on his shirt and probably on my new cargo pants. I think he was heavily under the influence of Nyquil and missed the tag. I could feel myself coming down with H1N1 or Ebola just watching him.
Ever gone through your day dragging toilet paper from your pants or with a huge booger in your nose? Do tell.