I love wearing cargo short pants for many reasons.

First and foremost, since they are longer than regular shorts, they prudently cover my legs which are now laden with varicose veins, some large enough to accommodate the Niagara Falls runoff. Secondly, the number and size of pockets are ideal for convenient storage of important things such as, credit cards, money, iPhone, passport, earphones, boarding passes, theatre tickets, paper towels/tissues, bottled water, portable battery chargers, cables, candy/breath mints, waste paper, keys, receipts, etc.

Well, I sat next to a very friendly and personable lady during the live production of Broadway’s “Angels in America, 1&2” when she noticed my cargo pants with bulging pockets. She asked as to what else I had in them to which my immediate response was, “My house!”. She burst out laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh with her as we struggled to switch to another trivial topic of the day.

Now, if only I had brought and worn a belt since the weight of all the paraphernalia kept on sagging my pants down to my ankles (no siree, I am not a slave to the “sagging” fashion!). Fortunately, my hip bones kept them at bay; otherwise, I would have looked like I had started a striptease.