Pantless

I sure hope my neighbors weren't home this afternoon.  Our recycle toter blew over and spewed out its contents.  I was chasing after them and gathering them up.  All that running and bending took a toll on my waistband.  With an armload of recyclables, I bent over to pick up another one when my elastic snapped and my pants fell down, causing me to drop everything I was carrying.  I watched it all blow into the neighbor's yard while I tugged my pants up and resumed the chase.  I did finally gather it all up, but it took several trips to the recycle can, because I had to use one hand to hold my pants up.