So Thursday evening I was on my way to our school mailbox walking by the nearby parking garage (I live in an on-campus apartment with a roommate) when I saw an article of clothing in the grass: pants. At first I just kind of looked at them, then decided to pick them up and examine them as onlookers giggled. Left them by the garage folded up... but then on my way back, I realized these were quality pants and someone probably didn't leave them there on purpose. They were Kenneth Cole and looked quite nice, black with pinstripes, no holes or rips (this sounds like an ebay description).
My theory was that a music major dropped them on his way to a gig (I live pretty close to the music building and have seen a lot of this last-minute scrambling to get dressed up before shows since I'm dating a musician and have a lot of friends who are music majors too). So rather than take them to a campus lost and found (some people don't know it exists and others would not look there for pants), I decided to put this up on the pole next to where I found them:
I texted my roommate and told her to look at the pole by the garage but she never did because she didn't go over there. She just said "What did you do?" She did not notice the pants on the living room table when she came home.
Fast-forward to yesterday around 5. I came home and this note was on the apartment door:
I came inside and was laughing my ass off because my roommate was home and looking at me like "wtf?" because she had seen the note and had no idea what was going on (she still hadn't seen the pants or my note).
So I sent him this text: "Hey Chris, this is Jackie (pants finder). Let me know when you're around to make the transaction. For the safety of the pants I do require a description first."
My phone was in the other room so I didn't hear his text (which described the pants and asked if he could come by at six to get them), and then at six my phone rang and he was outside of the building. I came out with the pants and my friend Jeni from upstairs just happened to be coming in the building. She let him in, and she was looking at me like "who is this guy and why are you handing him a pair of pants?" and I just started cracking up.
I gave him the pants and said "Before you leave, I need to know how you lost these" and he said he had been taking his laundry out to his car and they must've fallen out... BUT he was a music major and they were his gig pants, so I was pretty much right.
So, happy ending
(Yeah, I'm not usually the type to do this but this was just such a bad picture that I cropped my head out
... my shirt is
though)
Topic: A Short Story About Pants (with fun photos) (Read 5529 times)
