Born: June 9, 1972
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August 22, 2005 at 10:19 am
The weekend of bare...
Let me just say this: You know you live in the hood, when twice in one weekend, you see people walking down with their paqnts around their ankles…
The first time was a complete surprise. A woman was walking down 39th Street towards 71 Highway scratching her bare butt. Her sweat pants were around her ankles and, no, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She wasn’t even attempting to pull her pants up at first — just walking like it was an everyday occurrence (which it may have been for her) and scratching. She did this for a minute or so, and then, as she was pulling her pants up, dropped them again to continue the scratching. After another few seconds, the itch must have subsided, as she successfully pulled her pants back up.
Sunday evening, after doing some grocery shopping, I was driving up Troost towards home and lo and behold… An elderly man was simply walking down the sidewalk, carrying an ALDI bag after doing some shopping of his own, when his pants just dropped down to his ankles. Now, this time, the man was pretty quick in trying to pull his pants back up, but he didn’t immediately figure out that he needed to put his groceries down in order to accomplish the task. So, he walked for about ten steps, holding the bag in one arm and trying to pull his pants up with his other hand.
These are the things that make for good storytelling, folks.
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