Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Dancing in Another Man's Pants

I used to tell funny stories on my blog all the time, until I eventually didn't have any more to tell. Just now I remembered this little gem from high school.

I took dance classes in high school, which I loved, though I showed up about as rarely as I did for any of my other classes. Skipping was a terrible habit for me. 

One day when I was dressing for class in the locker room, I realized I forgot my dance clothes. How typical! I finally showed up for class and I would have to sit and watch people dance without getting any credit. This was especially frustrating since I was only there in the first place because I couldn't get away with missing again.

I sat next to a mirror in the studio, still wearing a sweater and jeans, and sulked.

Class was just about to start when I realized I was sitting next to the Lost and Found box. It was overflowing with shoes, bras, shirts, and pants.

I had an idea.

Quickly, I grabbed the first shirt of pair of sweats I thought would fit and ran to get dressed. I had to hurry, or I would be late and only get half credit. I stuffed my street clothes into a locker, ran to the door, and on my way glanced in a mirror. I noticed just in time that my t-shirt said "Hooters" in big, sparkly letters.

This would be embarrassing for anyone, but it was especially problematic for me. I had vocally boycotted Hooters and condemned anyone who went there. In fact, I had just published a very opinionated article about it in the school newspaper. (I don't care if all the waitresses are dressed as nuns; I'm not going into a restaurant with a vulgar name.)  On Senior Skip Day, all my friends went to Hooters and I refused to go with them, saying I would rather stay in school.

I still can't believe one of the few times I went to school was Senior Skip Day.

I wasn't going to be caught dead wearing that shirt, but I didn't have time to get another. At last I decided to wear it wrong side out so no one could see the words in the front. 

By the time I made it to the dance floor, the teacher was still taking role and I got credit for showing up on time.

The pants I was wearing were very comfortable and I had just about decided to keep them if they weren't claimed in the next few days. 

Halfway through class, the students were lined up in a corner to take turns leaping across the room. I noticed one of the boys was looking me up and down. It started to make me uncomfortable.

To get him to stop, I smiled and say, "Hey, how're you doing?"

He continued to stare. Then, flabbergasted, he said, "Are you wearing my pants?"

"Um... yes. Sorry." 

It was my turn to go, so I leaped across the room and waited on the other side for my very confused classmate to join me so I could explain to him what happened.

I thought he would laugh about it, but even though I promised to give them back, he was clearly perturbed that I had danced in his pants. I don't know why he was so upset. After all, finders keepers.

7 comments:

  1. Amusing...

    I would think he'd be glad that his pants saved yours... LOL.

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  2. This is awesome. So amusing!!

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  3. She who dances in the pants last, keeps them. Too funny though. Not having his pants became an issue only when he saw someone else in them lol!!

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  4. Hmmm, I find his reaction puzzling

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  5. I know, right? I don't know what his problem was.

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  6. I really enjoyed this! It would make an awesome scene in a Young Adult Novel! You tell a good story!

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