Honkeys

During my recent illness, the weather was not cooperating with me. I needed some Nyquil and it was 9 out. That is not an exaggeration. It was 9. With the wind chill, it was -3 degrees F.

I hate getting dressed for walking less than 2 blocks. I had on shorts, a t-shirt and some fuzzy flip-flops. I slung on my hobbit coat and proceeded to go to the store. To get to the store, you walk out my door, turn left and cross the street. No big deal.

While waiting for the light to change at the cross-walk, everybody driving by was honking at me. After 5 cars I thought it was because my hobbit coat goes past my knees and they presumed I had on no clothes under my coat. Even if I didn't, it is New York, so who cares?

After getting across the street I noticed something was stuck to the back of my coat in my hair. After 5 more cars drove by honking, full of church goers no less, I realized there was a dirty pair of panties stuck to the back of my coat.

Yeah, I know. I am neat.