A shorts story

I was in Walmart in Shelbyville a day or two before my trip, and I looked at some shorts. I almost bought a pair, but then decided I had plenty at home.

It is just a three-day trip (I use the present tense; I am writing this from the hotel, as I wait for Discovery Park of America to open for the day). I packed one of my favorite pairs of cargo shorts and wore another.

At some point on Friday, I discovered that the left front pocket of the shorts I was wearing had started to tear away. I was concerned that my checkbook, which I normally keep in that pocket, might slide out somewhere while I was sitting, so I was vigilant and checked for the checkbook whenever I stood up after sitting.

I went to Discovery Park first and checked in at the hotel later. As soon as I checked in, I threw that pair of shorts away and changed into the other one. But I noticed a couple of small, not-very-prominent tears in that one — nothing that would attract attention or cause me to lose anything.

When I went out for dinner, I stopped by the Walmart in Union City to buy a nice new pair of shorts, kicking myself for not having done so before the trip. I bought a pair that looked comfortable and had several pockets.

I went to put them on this morning and discovered … a lining.

They are swim trunks.

Yes, friends, I’m an idiot. But later today, when I was thinking about getting into the pool here at the hotel, I will have two pairs of swim trunks to choose from.