I work in Philadelphia and I commute to work on the bus and then the el. The el is the elevated train. I guess it is like a subway but up high not underground. I does go underground but that is not relevant for this bon mot. So anyway when you get off the el at the end of the line Bridge and Pratt in the northeast you go down these steep steps or an escalator. Kinda like Washington D.C. but not as steep. I remember one time I guess it was last spring I was walking down the steps behind this guy who had a on a full matching track outfit made of blue and white nylon and a white fanny pack in the front. It was the kind with the snaps down the legs which I thought was weird. So anyway when we get to the bottom and we go to thru the turnstill he stops and rips off his pants. Under the pants he has these short nylon jogging pants and then he starts running out of the terminal and jogging home with his pants stuffed in his fanny pack. About ten minutes later I am looking out the window on my bus and I see him jogging by. I guess it doesn't really relate to anything but it makes me like Philly a little more.
Things are slowly returning to normal here at the classy people house. Some knitting, some sewing. Lots of reading and general malaise. The boss has a head cold and the kid is getting ready to crack down and get those college essays done. I am standing by the door wringing my hands!