I take my work shirts -- dress shirts -- to the laundry. Pants, not so often.
So, it was a little unusual when I found a pair of my khaki pants ... two pair, actually ... on hangers with the laundry plastic around them this morning.
I figured I had taken them the last time I dropped off clothes. I only have two pair of khaki pants; the rest of the pants I wear to work are black. So, I took the plastic off and took out one of the pair of pants.
When I put them on, I went back to the closet for a shirt. That's when I saw the other pair of khaki pants.
Okay, I'm wearing khaki pants. That's one.
There's a hanger with khaki pants that had the laundry tag. That's two.
Then, there's the other pair I just saw. That's three.
Three out of two.
I look around in the closet. There's more khaki pants. That's four.
Out of two.
Okay, where did I get four pair of pants?
The Wife left for work early, so she wasn't around. I couldn't ask her about them. So, heck, the pants fit. And they actually were in better shape than the two pair of khakis that I've been wearing. So, I wore them to work.
But I wondered where they came from.
And whose they are.
The good news is, whosever pants these are, he and I share the same taste in pants.
Perhaps, women too.