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.