oddtravelpants

so ever travelled long distances, or short ones, wearing pants with the 'seat' not willing to move to your accmodate your moving seat? (seat is a word often used by tailors in the indian sub- continent to describe the posterior regions; yes all the 'netherlands') its the worst possible way to go into your travel plans, whatever you may be...gender- benders included.

who gets it worse, though, is a problem travellers have grappled with since the first pilgrim's progress was halted, just an hour into what he thought would be a journey into his dying day. it was that day. well, almost; the pants moved up and the displaced odd and ends now had no place to move and so moved into remote recesses of the pants.. and therein lies a tale of itchiness, irritation, restraint- to -itch, pain in the arse and then.. a throbbing quite unlike any other he had experienced. Something had to give; naturally, it had to be the source of the torture. the pants had to go- now, right now! they did.... and the relief was divine. now remember, a brush with divinity was the lure of the journey in the first place; what the pilgrim hadn't reckoned for was that the brush would come so soon and in such an area!
naked pilgrims were not welcome, and our pilgrim was determined to progress, so something needed to be done- to the pants. luckily, right in time, the pilgrim's eyes fell on the recently emptied sack of potatoes, and eureka! two cutouts for the feet, they replaced the pants. yes, co- pilgrims stared, the amused gawkers twittered, sack-owner yelled hard and demanded a large down payment plus patent rights, but what the h*ll ( remember, pilgrims cannot take satan's name in vain)- oddtravelpants had saved his life from the purgetory that would have surely been his fate, in just retribution for abandoning the road to heaven.
travellers all the world over totally empathise with the pilgrim's progress into a forced revolutionary fashion statement, and so do i.... and this is why my blog got its name.