Miss Kathy reaches into her pockets and pulls out five bucks. “My pants,” she says, “are magical.”
Sure enough, any time she needs something, all she has to do is reach into her pocket.
She always pulls out what she needs, when she needs it.
Ketchup packets, keys, a spare cell phone battery, money – especially money.
She’s been tempted to tear them apart to see where the stuff comes from, but she doesn’t want to kill the magic pants like the golden goose.
Besides, they fit really good, and that’s truly magical when it comes to a pair of pants.
The Magic Pants
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lol – there IS nothing better than a fine fitting pair of britches.
i worked for several years as a plumber, much of it apprenticed to a crazy coot doing warranty and office remodel work out of a “putty wagon” – always dodge (M was a dodge man).
Whatever call we would go out on, there would be some obscure hinky $1 piece or handy-dandy tool that would make the job easy if only we had it…
sure, i could go to the big box hardware store or drive across town to the shop. or i could go out to the van, and ask it very politely to provide. i only remember being disappointed once.
some things really are magical.