“I forgot my pants” is a phrase that I never thought I would utter.
I mean, how does one forget their pants?
When they aren’t wearing them of course!
Patrick and I often joke that somebody forgot their pants if they are wearing a terribly short skirt. We point out that they forgot their pants as if it is an unfortunate accident rather than a fashion fail and an eye gouging experience for innocent bystanders.
I can’t say I forgot my pants in that way. I have a “my skirt must always be longer than my fingertips rule” that is quite protective in that sense. Also, the whole, if I wear it to bed or the gym, they probably aren’t appropriate for prolonged public wear.
However, I still managed to forget my pants not once, but twice this month.
My gym pants that is.
The first time, I went to the gym after work. Got there, went in a changing room and changed shirts and bras and then went to grab pants and realized I brought a t-shirt, not my running pants.
You see, I hate changing clothes. I will often spend the evening in my work clothes at home relaxing because I hate changing that much. So, making the effort to change for the gym only realizing I have no pants to work out in is a very upsetting experience to me.
But that wasn’t the last time the pants forgetting happened.
When I got to the hotel for the conference, I went to unpack my suitcase and realized, yet again I forgot my pants… My gym pants. I have sneakers and appropriate upper body wear. But, no pants.
I know how it happened. I was doing laundry and put the last load in the dryer overnight. The next morning, I couldn’t remember what I was waiting for to come out of the dryer to close my suitcase. Instead of checking, I just assumed I must have grabbed it and that is why I couldn’t think of what it was.
Turns out, that thing I was thinking of was my pants.
So, I was that cool cat who went down for a very quick run (I only had 20 minutes between arriving and the start of the Montreal-Boston game… Priorities, people!) this evening in my pyjama pants. My light pink, pink, striped pants with my fluorescent running shoes and bright blue tank top. I am a cool cat. Thankfully I saw nobody. I am sure if the hotel staff saw me on camera in colour, they would think I was “special.”
The good piece is that I only forget gym pants. If I had to pick a thing to forget, that would be an item of choice.