Friday, January 22, 2010

Oh come ON!

I am not kidding you.

The pants that arrived at my doorstep a month ago are apparently destined to be at mine.

I called up the sender and asked him to come by and pick up the pants. He assured me he would. But after 4 days outside, I decided to take the box back inside.

Then I called UPS (since it was their mistake in the first place). After about an hour long conversation regarding the pants, they agreed to pick them up at my place of work and then get them to the rightful owner.

I went on vacation for Christmas.

I came back after the new year and found that UPS delivered them back to my workplace stating that they couldn't deliver them to the original owner.

THEN I sent them back to the sender and (I bet you can see where this is going),



WTF, pants?

It'd be the sort of stuff that nightmares are made of, only that it's just PANTS.

Unless the pants might be trying to tell me something. Like maybe I'm going to die in a horrible accident when I'm in a skirt...but if I had pants, at least people wouldn't be able to see my varicose veins.

I don't know. All I know is that this is getting old.

Dang you, boomerang pants!


Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit said...

I hate them sons-of-britches!

kristi said...

Dude the pants are fans of your site! Give them a break! Maybe if you autograph them, they'll be on their way.

Lisa (the girls' moma) said...

Hey! Your blog IS about pants!


turleybenson said...

I meant ONE in February, for a total of FIVE FOR THE YEAR.

That is all.