A moment in time.

So there I was, sitting cross legged on the floor of our favorite old womans department store- Dillards, staring up at the vast array of packaged underpants and socks. It was something of a odd place to be, sandwiched between the shoes and the casual section, enveloped totally by the leftovers from Back to School Madness. I was the calm candy center of this consumerist grown vortex. This is to say that the store was a ravaged hell hole, but my little zone was clean, my own Patagonia....of underwear. Nothing could sway me from buying a new pair of boxer-briefs and comfy new pair of ankle socks (my old ones have a hole, and that simply will not do.) ... I sit amazed at the vast array before me.

Single, or multi pack?

Cotton, Wool, Silkish thing...?

Black- Check
Grey- nah
Brown - never in my life.
Some sort of teal-ish color? - What color WAS that?

Elastic waist? - of course... a must for the active climber.

No tag or big tag. - tag it!

Flap? (you know, in the front...) Check...

In a rainbow realm of underwear, I lost myself in thought. I didn't come to think about how weirded out the old Indian woman pushing around her purchases in a baby cart would be at me, or the 400lb security guard who was sweating profusely and eating ice cream, no...I was lost to the variety inspired day dreams.

What purpose does this story hold? I'm not sure where it sits in significance to you, but I know that every day even in the oddest of places take a moment and think. Think about anything! Boyfriend/girlfriend, Mom/Dad, Your Car, School, what you want to do next month, the girl you have a crush on!

Anything.

In the swirling maelstrom of Dillards, I lost myself thinking about Home, a girl I like, and how much I love my friends and family.

Then I got the black pair.

:)


=Sean