Inside My Pants

Walking home last night around 8:30p. Dark, but not quite fully night yet. A crew of men with hard hats and vests had removed a sidewalk grill ahead of me and were dropping a very bright light into the hole. It was an old brick sidewalk and an old access hatch.

I had to walk carefully to get around them. One of them, a big guy, was in the middle of a jovial anecdote.

“Oh yeah. One time I found one inside my pants while I was driving home!”

“In your pants, or your pocket?” said another guy.

“My pants! Right on my leg.”

Laughter all around.

I look down into the hole in the sidewalk as I pass. It was teeming with cockroaches.