Lost in Transportation

It's true, I am just like everyone else, I put my trousers on one leg at a time (well usually, sometimes I put them on both legs at once just to feel special).

Today, I put my trousers on one leg at a time.

No, this isn't a metaphor for me being an average man in an average life. I am building up to something.

Today, I put my trousers on one leg at a time. Unfortunately, I put them on backwards. Yep, you read that correctly.

Not my best effort.

In my defence, my work trousers are pretty much just polyester trackpants, and the differences between front and back are pretty minimal:

1) There is a small label at the back.
2) The hip pockets are much easier to access when trousers are pointing forward.

It was point two that finally (after an hour or so of checking email, watching TV, and having breakfast) alerted me to my error.

When I didn't know there was anything "wrong", the trousers were as comfortable as ever. As soon as I dropped my keys on the floor because my pockets had disappeared, all I could think about was that my trousers were on backwards, and it was horribly uncomfortable.

I'm sure there's a metaphor in there, if you are feeling cheated of a parable, but it's nearly time for "Trivial Pursuit" (some sort of of trivia competition as part of "Griz Days".

No, I'm not sure what's with all the "s, but whatever.

Griz Days are, ironically, a celebration of the mythical Griz (a human baby, raised by bears, who lives in the mountains and fires a giant musket into the sky to bring snow). Assuming that the legend is true, gun control has a lot to answer for.

Anyway, it's almost time for Tim and I to go and prove our trivial superiority. Usually we are rivals, it will be a nice change (for him) to benefit from my status as "trivia superhero", instead of being brutally punished by it.

Don't try and deny it Tim. The world knows who is trivia king, and who is a thirtycoughmumble-year-old pretender to the throne.