yeller pants

Today was my second day of school.

I was a little over 10 minutes late.

Yes, I have a time/late problem.

Don't ask my hubs about it.

Anyway,

even though I am ALWAYS late,

I hate being late.
When I realized how late I was going to be,

I started bracing myself for walking into the classroom while the teacher was already talking,

and for the awkward stares I would receive from my new classmates.

Then I looked down.

I was wearing my mustard yellow pants,

which would be no big deal (on a normal day)..

but when you're going to be late for class,

and you want to sneak in unnoticed,

they're probably not the best choice.  

I walked into my classroom as quickly and as quietly as possible.

I didn't make eye contact with anyone,

so I didn't see any stares.

But as I sat down,

I heard someone say,

My lands, those are some YELLER pants.

Why thank you, kind classmate..

 for making sure the whole class knew I was late,

and that my pants were yeller.

In West Virginia, yellow is to yeller as tomato is to tomoto.
oh, and my lands is equivalent to OMG.