Husband went on an overnight business trip yesterday and, as he was packing, we had a little conversation:
Him: I’m just going to bring extra underwear, socks, and a shirt.
Me: What about pants?
Him: I’ll just wear the same jeans again.
Me: You should bring an extra pair of pants just in case.
Him: I hate to tell you, but I’m not a girl.
Me: But, what if something happens?
Him: Like what.
Me: What if the waiter knocks your dinner onto your lap by accident? Or on purpose.
Him: I’ll just do laundry at the hotel.
Me: Well, what if you pee yourself on your way to the client site?
Him: I’m not going to pee myself.
Me: How do you know?
Him: Because why would I pee myself?
Me: Nobody ever expects to pee themselves, and, yet, at this very moment, someone, somewhere, is surely wishing they had an extra pair of pants on hand.
Now, it’s snowing like a bastard out there and his flight back was cancelled. In my mind’s eye, I envision the announcement causing an unexpected loosening of his bladder right there in the terminal. I wonder if he listened to his wife?
So, if you happen to see a pantsless man wandering around the Raleigh airport tonight, you’ll pass along a message, won’t you?