Saturday, February 09, 2013

to pant or not to pant. that is the question.

                                                                                                                                   So on the way to the market, I saw these:

The obvious thought was, Hey, those are nice pantsI wonder if they are my size? But alas, they were not.

Considering that they were crumpled to perfection, was it  a photo shoot( perhaps for an up-and-coming brand with the tag-line: the quality of our pants stands on its own?) in the making and all concerned parties had left for lunch? I should have checked if it was between 1-4. Hmm.

 Was it a political statement?

Did the pants blow from someone's line of hanging laundry?

Did someone simply hate said pants and change on the way to school -ha ha mom i 'll show you!

Was it a gang sign?

Did the person who was wearing these pants simply vaporize? 

And then, as I made my way home, the pants were gone as suddenly as they had arrived. Like Mary Poppins or Frosty the Snowman, they had materialized when needed, taught us all a valuable lesson, and left us with the hope that they would someday return. 

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