The truck rolled to a stop.
I was holding a heavy garbage bag. I smiled. In a fake way. In a please go away way.
He didn’t. Getting to work, he grabbed a shovel and began digging, facing me.
“Morning!”
With that fake smile plastered on my face, I put down the bag. I turned slowly, wanting to sprint back up my driveway.
Not because I was wearing flip-flops. Not because I was wearing a tank top.
Because I was wearing boxers. Neon orange and purple boxer shorts. With bats on them. And skeletons. Cobwebs. And, oh yeah! Pumpkins!
Hahahahahaha!! A) Something I would totally do!! B) LOVE IT!!!
Posted by: Von | July 08, 2009 at 02:46 PM
he wouldn't laugh if the boxers had zombies on them.
or zombies in boxers. Either way.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | July 08, 2009 at 03:43 PM
Were there zombies in the garbage bag?
Posted by: Snag | July 09, 2009 at 12:45 AM
We'll need a photo of said boxers.
Posted by: Larry Jones | July 09, 2009 at 03:44 AM
Zombies in Boxers. New awesome name for a band.
Posted by: Von | July 09, 2009 at 09:59 AM
Definitely a ska band.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | July 09, 2009 at 10:29 AM
I think Blue Girl in Boxers sounds like a 2009 Degas painting
Posted by: Kathleen in Oakland | July 10, 2009 at 07:41 PM
Were you wearing the orange Crocs?
Posted by: Adorable Girlfriend | July 11, 2009 at 08:19 PM