Ode to the Travelling Pants

I was sitting on the ole porcelain throne while on a business trip recently, when I looked across the bathroom and hit an artistic "moment". There, hanging at the door was my weathered Old Navy pants I bought about three years ago.

I didnt really like this pair of pants when I first got it as it didnt fit too well on me (I tend to make these mistakes a lot). But until recently, did I realize that I've been wearing it quite often and it's really grown on me. Now it's one of the two 3-quarter pants that I wear out.

I liked it so much that I actually took the trouble to send it to the tailors when both front pockets sprouted holes after my sad effort of patching after it broke the first time. Other garments would have faced a dissimilar fate.

Here's to you, my old faithful...



Proof that I'm rotting o'er here.