I've just parked in a remote corner of a Walmart lot after checking the back of my pants while driving home.
I left home at 6:30 this morning for an eye exam in Dryden. Spent an hour in the doctor's office, another few minutes shopping for mouse traps and a lamp that I couldn't find in Sioux Lookout, then spent a very pleasant hour visiting with dear friends.
As I left Dryden I reached over to the passenger seat for the banana I had put there a few hours ago. I could smell it, but couldn't find it anywhere. After shuffling papers and gloves and other debris that has built up since I last had a passenger, I had an uh oh moment.
A little squirming in the seatbelt and a quick thrust of my right hand down to where I was sitting told me exactly why the cab of my truck smelled so good but I couldn't find the banana.
I'm not able to check the back of my pants here in the parking lot, so I think I will drive straight home. It's kinda okay to walk around among strangers in a strange town with a gob on the ass but I wouldn't want people at home to see me like this.