Monday, May 17, 2010

Socks Are a Perversion

Photo: Wolfgang Staudt, Flickr Creative Commons

I spent almost an hour this morning walking around with a sock in the seat of my pants. I did not do this on purpose. In fact, even when I noticed it, about 30 minutes after I put on my pants, I just thought my shirt was tucked in weird. I couldn't do anything about it at the time as I was loaded down with my work satchel, work-out duffel bag, and my computer bag. Normally, I don't carry all three. I don't usually bring my laptop to work, but that's a part of why the start to my day was so crappy that I didn't realize that I was walking around with a sock padding my ass.

See, I was already running late this morning when I first noticed what turn out to be my unwelcome passenger. I was supposed to be at work 15 minutes early for morning duty and instead I ended up being almost 15 minutes later than normal despite stepping out of the shower with what would normally have been plenty of time to get out the door with time to spare. First, being kicked out of my normal bedroom by the bathroom renovation threw me off my normal routine and, despite my distaste for routines, I kind of need that one to keep me from losing my job from chronic tardiness. I just couldn't find anything at all this morning. Things had been stashed (and not by me) this weekend in a hurried process to straighten up the house before my in-laws came. I had also put a few things in different places than normal because of the geographic disruption of my own home. Finally, I was having to get together my computer gear to finish up a presentation for the tennis awards banquet I'm hosting tonight. By the time I got out the door and cranked up the truck, I was already about 12 minutes late and I had at least ten minutes of commute ahead of me.

About an hour later, that stupid sock had finally drifted south enough that I knew it couldn't be my shirt tail. Luckily, I don't have a class first block so I was able to check just what the hell it was back there. I've got to remember that my wife isn't allowed to do the laundry.


Courtney said...

That's the first I've heard of a sock stashed in the seat of anyone's pants. Stuffing it in the front is the typical course of action. Of course, that's done on purpose (I assume) and yours was only by accident.

Cj said...

If it makes you feel any better, thanks to static cling Sam found a pair of my (clean) undies in his scrubs and pulled them out in front of a group of people. :-)

Jacob said...

Yeah, that would have been worse. That was hilarious though. I'll have to remember that the next time I see him.

Julie said...

It is amazing how disruptive a little thing like changing bathrooms can be. At least you didn't have a class at the time. Kids are jerks and they would have teased you mercilessly.

Mickey said...

I like to do my own laundry.