Mom always said, "always wear clean underwear".

Years ago, just a month or so before my daughter was born, my wife (then) was very pregnant, and had been craving dairy products like milk prohibition had just been enacted by congress. I, being the attentive, and gracious husband (then) ran out the door, in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, hopped in to my car, and up the street to the corner convenience store to fetch the aforementioned dairy treasures. "Strange." I noted, "there's never been a line at this convenience store before. And there was. 3-4 people lined up to purchase their smokes, their oreos, their lottery tickets, and me. So as I stood there with a gallon of milk, a pint of ice cream, and various other comfort foods, I happen to glance down at my shorts to remember that which pocket I had put my wallet in, when to my horror, I realized that I had walked out of my house in a pair of gray boxer shorts, not the publicly-accepted short pants any normal human would have worn. Suddenly these words flashed across the marquee in my mind, yea, even my soul. "MOTHER OF GOD" I thought, "I've walked out of the house in my boxers." "Stay cool Dave, stay cool. None of these 42,000 people here know that you're in your underwear." Fortunately, I did have my wallet in my hand with my cell phone and keys, stayed the course, bought the food, and went home. I double check now, cause sometimes, things just happen. I'm just sayin'. Peace. Dave