08-04-2003, 08:03 PM
So I bought these pants at Old Navy the other day. These are no ordinary pants, mind you... these are uber-pants. Cargo to the extreme. If pants could reach enlightenment, these pants would be saying "Buddha who?" then they'd go Ommmmmmmmm.
My pants have 13 pockets! Astounding! Yes!
Two in the back, two on the sides, and several assorted sized pockets with either zippers or buttons to seal them.
"Who needs 13 pockets... seriously?" you ask. Well, I don't know to be honest. At most, I can make use of 4 or 5 on a daily basis. Wallet goes in the back right, cell phone in the bottom left leg, pack of Camels in the side right, and a lighter and pocket change in any other pocket of my choosing.
Upon donning my pants for the day, I realized that these pants, these uber-pants, what I might've called the greatest pants in the world, had come with a terrible curse. While I may have my specific pocket designations in order, it's the little things that I store in haste and promptly forget where I hid them.
That $20 I borrowed for lunch? Oh geez.... hold on.... it's here somewhere.... maybe the one with the zipper?
My lighter? ...not in the pocket it's supposed to be in.
My house keys.... those should have been in the one with the zipper.... I hope they didn't fall out of one the other ones. Wait... let me see if they fell out in the car.
I don't have time to frantically search every pocket for that desperately needed item. These pants, well they just won't do.
My pants have 13 pockets! Astounding! Yes!
Two in the back, two on the sides, and several assorted sized pockets with either zippers or buttons to seal them.
"Who needs 13 pockets... seriously?" you ask. Well, I don't know to be honest. At most, I can make use of 4 or 5 on a daily basis. Wallet goes in the back right, cell phone in the bottom left leg, pack of Camels in the side right, and a lighter and pocket change in any other pocket of my choosing.
Upon donning my pants for the day, I realized that these pants, these uber-pants, what I might've called the greatest pants in the world, had come with a terrible curse. While I may have my specific pocket designations in order, it's the little things that I store in haste and promptly forget where I hid them.
That $20 I borrowed for lunch? Oh geez.... hold on.... it's here somewhere.... maybe the one with the zipper?
My lighter? ...not in the pocket it's supposed to be in.
My house keys.... those should have been in the one with the zipper.... I hope they didn't fall out of one the other ones. Wait... let me see if they fell out in the car.
I don't have time to frantically search every pocket for that desperately needed item. These pants, well they just won't do.