Swooshy Pants

Well it's been a while since I've been on this blog and I could offer a very sappy Hallmark like tribute about why I've been away but, that's not really my style. Instead I'll leave you wondering. Was I on an African safari? Was I sick with a plague from the 1800s that reinvented itself in my body? Did I commit a felony and serve jail time? That's up to you. What matters is, much like acne in your 30s, I'm back in your face.

And what, you may ask, inspired this epic comeback? The answer is simple- a pair of swooshy pants. Well, really more like a swooshy pant person. Today, again, I heard the swooshy pants as they glided past my workspace. I've grown very accustomed to them. Much like typing, phones ringing, and staple guns stapling, they've become a regular work noise. Now I wouldn't be one to judge a single pair of swooshy pants. I know I've owned a pair or two in my day, and I'm sure I even embraced the swoosh.

What astounds me, however, is that this particular swooshy pants person wears ONLY SWOOSHY PANTS.  That's right kids, every day they walk by my work space, and EVERY DAY they swoosh along with their stride. How is this humanly possible? Do they shop at a special swooshy pant store?  Are they addicted to the swoosh? Are they a huge Nike fan and the sound reminds them of their beloved icon? The world may never know.

As a fun tidbit, I YouTubed 'Swooshy Pants' and wasn't disappointed.