There is something disconcerting about seeing an article of clothing not on a person, or properly stored. I have recently come across multiple pairs of pants not on people and on two occasions I had a camera. One is on a motel's handrail in Boise, ID, and the other is on the ground outside of an abandoned cold storage building in SLC.
These sightings paired with watching the wrong five minutes of "13 Going on 30" (there is a scary striptease to Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby) have lead me to have a new appreciation for the old phrase "keep your pants on." Thank you, I will.