Who wears short shorts?
Confession: I used to think that gardening was the dorky little hobby of people who had a lot of extra time on the weekends did. Or the dorky little hobby of people with obsessive personalities. I’m looking at you across-the-street-neighbor, Mr. H, who, when I was working my shit summer job in college, would be out watering his lawn when I left for work at 5:30, and trimming each blade with scissors when I arrived back home at 3.
Granted, it was the nicest, lushest, greenest lawn on the block, but the view was totally ruined by the constant presence of a (somehow still) pasty middle-aged dude in tall socks and too short shorts.
Still, I might be willing to join the legions of the obsessively, compulsively uncool for some of these babies:
Off to buy stark white tube socks and some Nair for my short shorts.