It Sometimes Causes Me to Be Miss Judgypants
Seriously, though, I must have a teeny touch of the old agoraphobia because unless it's a very Spiritually Fit day going where there are more than about four people is traumatizing. Today the grocery shopping expedition was a mix of fear and agony. I felt battered and exhausted afterward. How in the hell did I ever work in bars? If I didn't have to fulfill my housewife duties I would rarely leave the house except to walk the dogs.
I coped by noticing that a young man was wearing Polo shorts which had the embroidered logo all over, like lobster or duck covered go-to-hell pants. Unfortunately these shorts took a shot at WASP insouciance and missed. He looked like he was covered with crickets. It was hallucinatory. On reflection, this coping strategy lacks effectiveness.
However. I am inspired to make a couple of pairs of GTH pants for myself.
