I was noticing yesterday -

Ever seen those guys walking around that looked like, in the off chance a basketball game broke out right in front of them, they'd be ready to go? You know, the guys that walk around wearing tear-away pants and sweatbands all the time?

Picture 5 or 6 of these guys walking together down the street. Tear-away pants, sweatbands. Maybe even tanktops. They're moving along, minding their own business, cracking bad jokes and then laughing at them with their knees bent and their hands curled up over their mouths like they're having a whooping cough episode. A basketball pops out of nowhere. Pants fly through the air. Presto!

That's what I thought about yesterday for about an hour. I suppose an idle mind is not completely useless.