When I got up this morning there was a hard frost on the ground--it had gotten down below freezing last night. So I dug out my favorite pair of thick green pants that I bought 15 years ago--(on sale for a quarter!)

They're too warm to wear except in winter. I don't know what they're made of because I cut the label out long ago. It's not sweatshirt material, but some wonderfully comfortable, soft, wrinkle resistant fabric. I didn't pay much attention to the fact that age has weakened the elastic in the waistband.

Underneath I had on clean drawers--old lady briefs-- and sadly, ignored the fact that the elastic around the legs and waistband had gotten stretched and old. I put on a sweater and took off to run errands. A stop at the bank. A stop to gas up the car, etc. By the second stop, I realized my drawers AND my pants were draggy and having to be pulled up over and over.

Dammit! I went on to Walmart anyway. By then it was getting very warm outside. I turned the air on in the car. I couldn't take off the sweater, otherwise I'd be walking around with nothing but a bra. By the time I got to the front door of Wallyworld, I was hot, draggy and disgruntled.
A despicable "greeter" said I couldn't bring in a Walmart bag that contained a wad of coupons I was determined to use.
(NO, it's against the rules to bring a bag in.)

She confiscated my bag and said stuff them in your purse. I didn't have room in my purse, that's why they were in the bag. Well, last night I had watched two Clint Eastwood movies, and I felt like Clint Eastwood with his steely glare when he said "Go ahead, Make My Day." I said in my deadliest Clint voice, Evelyn put a sticker on that bag to show you've checked it, and give me my damn bag back. She huffed but did it.

You don't want to cross an overheated woman with draggy drawers. susil