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.