Pants

So, confession time. I only own four pairs of pants, and only one of them is socially acceptable to wear in public. They are American Eagle Jeans and they're getting eaten by my bike chain. I seriously found bits of denim in the chain today. Like a two inch long piece.

I own another set of jeans, but they've developed massive holes in the crotch. . . for some reason. I'm not going to hazard a guess. Other than that, I have athletic pants, which I wear in emergencies, and flannel pants which are barely acceptable as pajama pants.

I used to have more pants, but they slowly have gotten too small or too destroyed. When it came time to pack for the UK, I only had two suitcases, so I figured I wouldn't bring bad pants. That's why I have so few now. And with the wretched $2 = 1 pound exchange rate, I haven't been excited about shopping for more.

So, I was at a pub last night with our English mates explaining my dilemma. I said something like this:

"I don't know if I should say this, but I actually only own two pairs of pants that I can wear right now - and one has big holes in the crotch."

They were totally shocked. Eyes wide, mouths gaping. They asked, "So what do you do? Turn them inside out every other day?"

I explained that I just switch them around, but I really need to get some new ones. I bent down to show them what the bike chain had done to my pants.

They started freaking out.

It turns out pants, in the English vernacular, means underwear.