Joined: Mar. 2002
||Posted: July 31 2002,9:19 am
Hmmm...can I top it.... How about this. I was doing a cache in the Naples, NY area. As I was climbing up a pretty steep hill, I hear a 'riiiipppp'. A cool breeze, lets me know the crotch of my jeans is tearing. It's a warm day, so it is not that bad. With each reaching step upward, I am hearing little 'rip, rip, rip' noises, as the seams are going. Not sure if it was because they were cheap jeans, or had been exposed to some household cleaner that didn't agree with them. But I keep going. I managed to reach the cache, but the seams are torn about a foot down each leg from the crotch. I am headed back out from the cache. As I am climbing back down the hill, the seems are continuing to rip, the flapping fabric from the crotch of my jeans snagged a branch, the seam on the right leg tore all the way down to the ankle (stopped at the hem). So I am climbing down the hill with my pants flapping in the breeze. Did I mention the poison ivy in the hill? I have never had a reaction to poison ivy, but why take chances, so I was very carefully making my way down the hill. I got back to my car, and found my keys no longer in the pocket. I sure wasn't going to climb back up to look for them. There was no one around. I ended up walking the few miles into Naples (in my flapping pants), and called my wife on a pay phone collect. She wasn't happy about it, but she drove the hour from Rochester, and brought another car key. Thankfully I didn't have a reaction to the poison Ivy.
Oh, and by the way. I made all this up. I really don't have anything to top the previous stories, and hope not to.
In the GPS model of the universe, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line...through creeks, thorn bushes, horse piles, whatever....