Dumbass, Partie Deux
So this weekend I decided that I needed to buy some new shorts. I ran on over to Kohl’s Sunday afternoon, and started looking around. I like the cargo-style shorts, ’cause I think having all those pockets is hoopty. I found a pair I liked and went to the fitting room to try them on. As I was checking them out in the mirror, I saw that one of the pockets had a really small pocket on top of it. Wondering if my cell phone would fit in there, I grabbed it and put it in. Nice, it fit perfect.
I came out of the dressing room, and after looking at the price of the shorts I was just trying on, decided I could probably find some cheaper ones. So I put those back, and went browsing for some others. I found two pair that were what I was looking for, and fit as well (sidenote: I’m now wearing a size smaller than before the holidays. Sweet!). So I grabbed those, a couple of shirts I found on clearance, paid for my stuff and headed home.
Part of my routine at night, before going to bed, is to basically find everything I’ll want to take with me the next morning: Laptop, wallet, keys, badge, and yes….cell phone. You can probably see where this is going now. Around 10:30 last night, as I was getting ready to head to bed, I started collecting my stuff and realized I had no idea where my phone was. I backtracked through my day and came to realization that, yes, I’d never taken them out of the pockets of the shorts I’d tried on.
So this morning found me at Kohl’s right when they opened. I walked in, headed for the shorts rack, and was dismayed to find they’d rearranged a bit. But I’d actually brought my brain with me to the store. That, and my wife’s cell phone. I pulled it out, dialed my number in, gave a half-hearted smile to the lady straightening out the pants two isles over, and started listening for some pants to ring.
Sure enough, I heard them start, two racks from where I was and on the bottom. Pulled out my phone, said “Yes!” outloud, gave the saleslady a much brighter smile, and left the store, heading to work.
I think those cargo-style shorts are the AOL dress requirement.