I grabbed a pair of shorts out of my dresser this morning. I hadn’t worn them in several weeks.

I thrust my hands in the pockets…

Hello! A five and two singles came up. Jackpot, baby!

It’s always a nice surprise to find money in your clothes. However, I’m so anal retentive about putting my money in the proper place, i.e. my wallet, that I practically never end up finding it in the random pocket. The notable exception: When I’m out at bars, and it’s too much trouble to dig for my wallet every time I want a drink. That might explain how these seven dollars wound up in the pocket — except that I can’t believe I’d go out wearing these particular shorts (they’re not what I’d wear for clubbing).

What can a shorts-clad lad do with seven dollars on a sunny Sunday afternoon? Hmmm… Not much, I guess. But I’ll try to dream up something.