Here’s a new game I’d like to play called, “Look Who’s Taking Their Pants Off in Front of My House.”
There’s not much to the game. Somebody pulls up in front of my house; they take their pants off. Simple.
I had been toying with the idea of setting up a camera to catch the 4,000 people keep filling my garbage can with bags of dog poop. But those are my neighbors, and I don’t want to embarrass them until next week.
Then I noticed that there were plenty of people who pull up on our nice, quiet street, pick my roses, eat fast food and throw the trash onto my driveway, and fall asleep in their cars. So I opened the blinds in my office to catch some on film, and within minutes Dr. Do-Rag here showed up in his white pickup.
Here’s the sequence of events:
1. Exit car, loosen pants.
2. Slide pants to knees
3. Enter car, complete pants removal
4. Sleep for an hour
He’s sleeping there still, if you’re inclined to drop by and watch him put his pants back on. But that would be a different game.
