But, were you comfortable?

Last week I mentioned not remembering anything making me laugh hard early in the week so I didn't have any stories to share. I wrote that on Tuesday because on Friday I knew I'd be up early driving to the Frozen Tundra.

I love the drive up north, but this time of year it's hard to dress for the journey because it's sub-20F outside but inside the truck is 68F and if the sun is shining on your side it gets uncomfortably hot. Sometimes the passenger gets punished, sometimes it's me so I picked some loose layers to wear on the drive, including a pair of black, fuzzy, running pants. Two hours in I knew I made the right choice because I felt great. I was chatty, the passengers were right with me, and the roads were clear. Good times.
The best part is I remembered my runing pants have no pockets, so before leaving I slipped my fancy tennis shorts on underneath. This way, when we stopped for gas, snacks, and bio stuff, I could carry my phone and wallet. However, on the first stop I remembered another feature of my shorts/pants combo. No fly.
Yep. All the way across the midwest I was like a five year old dropping full trou to use the urinal, hoping no one had to wash their eyeballs after unexpectedly wandering in behind me.
That, mis amigos, made me laugh. A lot.
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