The obvious thought was, Hey, those are nice pants. I 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.