Who Noticed?
I must be getting old, or else very unobservant. My husband asked me to go pick up our order of crabs at the Seafood Stop. I was so excited about our first crab feast of the summer! (Not that they are many; we get crabs maybe two or three times a year.)
Eating crabs is, of course, a messy thing to do. So I changed out of the borrowed lime green shirt from my daughter, and into a brown V-neck T-shirt (to hide any Old Bay gook). I also changed out of nice blue pants and into some old tan shorts. The elastic-waist kind, the kind with just pockets but no zippers. The kind you don't mind getting messed up or wearing on a quick trip to the crab carry-out place. The kind you've worn so many times you could find them in a drawer with your eyes closed and put them on with your eyes closed, too.
That's probably what happened. Must've had my eyes closed. I took one quick look in the mirror before heading out and thought, "Man, these don't feel like they did last summer. Oh well."
And out I dashed.
Seafood Stop is a busy place. Must've been 15 customers standing there eager to take home some of those yummy, long-legged crustaceans to chow down on. Thirty eyes with nowhere to go except at the employees filling orders, or the posted Mission Statement, the menu, the beverage cooler, and at each other's crab-feast clothes. Plain and simple. T-shirts and shorts were the norm. Nothing for Inside Edition to pay paparazzi to shoot.
Paul set out the brown paper to cover the table, Stephen grabbed glasses and drinks, Sarah plopped the paper towels down, Joel slept, and Ben was at a birthday party enjoying crabs there. Our feast began. Picked the claws clean. Scraped the innards out and sucked on the lump meat. Licked our Old Bay-covered fingers till our mouths burned. We loved every last bite of Baltimore's best scavenger.
Then I went upstairs to change so that Paul and I could make a quick run out together to Target.
That's when I took another look in the mirror and figured out why the tan shorts felt different.
I had them on backwards.
Eating crabs is, of course, a messy thing to do. So I changed out of the borrowed lime green shirt from my daughter, and into a brown V-neck T-shirt (to hide any Old Bay gook). I also changed out of nice blue pants and into some old tan shorts. The elastic-waist kind, the kind with just pockets but no zippers. The kind you don't mind getting messed up or wearing on a quick trip to the crab carry-out place. The kind you've worn so many times you could find them in a drawer with your eyes closed and put them on with your eyes closed, too.
That's probably what happened. Must've had my eyes closed. I took one quick look in the mirror before heading out and thought, "Man, these don't feel like they did last summer. Oh well."
And out I dashed.
Seafood Stop is a busy place. Must've been 15 customers standing there eager to take home some of those yummy, long-legged crustaceans to chow down on. Thirty eyes with nowhere to go except at the employees filling orders, or the posted Mission Statement, the menu, the beverage cooler, and at each other's crab-feast clothes. Plain and simple. T-shirts and shorts were the norm. Nothing for Inside Edition to pay paparazzi to shoot.
Paul set out the brown paper to cover the table, Stephen grabbed glasses and drinks, Sarah plopped the paper towels down, Joel slept, and Ben was at a birthday party enjoying crabs there. Our feast began. Picked the claws clean. Scraped the innards out and sucked on the lump meat. Licked our Old Bay-covered fingers till our mouths burned. We loved every last bite of Baltimore's best scavenger.
Then I went upstairs to change so that Paul and I could make a quick run out together to Target.
That's when I took another look in the mirror and figured out why the tan shorts felt different.
I had them on backwards.
posted by Zoanna at
7:34 PM
3 Comments:
zo, that's classic! If I had've seen you and not known you, I would've chuckled behind your back and made Miguel look "at the crazy woman with her pants on backwards!"
Oh that's funny!
I never noticed...
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home