Hilarity Still Ensues
Last night I stood outside and talked to a girl from my building, which is really only noteworthy because we didn't know each other and I was in my underwear at the time. I had forgotten to take the rent out before bed, so in my rush I brilliantly figured I'd just dash out and stick it through the mail slot in the landlords office door. Since his office is about 4 feet from the back door of my building and roughly 15 feet from my apartment, I figured the chances of my being caught by anyone were fairly slim. I stuck my head into the hallway, listening for sounds of neighbors (particularly the crazy one across the hall since she's the freaky bad kind of crazy). Hearing nothing I stole across the hall to the outer door. Looking through the glass as I approached, I reassured myself that it was going to be so quick that no one would have a chance to catch me running about in my underwear. This is, of course, the kind of thinking that basically guarantees that you will get caught.
As I stepped through the back door I locked eyes with a girl who had obviously thrown on some sweatpants and sandals to go to her car for some reason. It was the car key absently pinched between the thumb and index finger of her right hand that tipped me off. My mind raced as I watched the muscles in her face attempt to select the proper facial expression. It was far too late for me to dash back inside, I still needed to drop off the rent, and I really didn't want to give the impression that I'm some lonely pervert waiting in the shadows for unsuspecting college students. I mean, I am, but I thought the check in my hand might give the wrong impression.
So I laughed. Didn't really know what else to do at that point. I don't remember what I said exactly, something along the lines of "I had the strangest feeling someone was going to catch me at this, but I had no time for pants." She was obviously struggling to keep it together as she tried to unlock the door. Her eyes were tightly pinched together and there were a lot of snorting noises. As I went through my door and she went through hers, I heard the snorting give way to insane giggling and I realized that whereon most days I wear my standard black Calvin Klein boxers, today I had elected to wear the black boxer briefs. The ones that I secretly imagine make my butt look a little better as I put them on in the morning. The ones that are graphically tight in the junk area.
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This is my first real test of the email posting system, which I tested once before in an incredibly verbose fashion. Not sure how to do pictures yet since my primary host is also blocked for questionable reasons, but I'll figure it out eventually. I know how you monkeys like pictures.