It's early morning, I'm half asleep, but I want to get my morning run in before work. I put on my running shoes, t-shirt, shorts and grab the dog leash. Me and the dog head out the door and start our slow jog down the street.
After a couple of minutes, I thought "my shorts feel loose today" and looked down. Sure enough, I hadn't put my running shorts on - I was running down the street, in broad daylight, in my (very obvious) underpants. These puppies could, in no way, be confused with athletic wear by passersby.
I decided to finish my run (but to go a slightly quieter route than usual) and by the time I was done, the underwear was sweaty and baggy and I looked like a confused escapee from the nearby lunatic asylum.
Oh, and one of my neighbors, a really hot woman whom I'd dearly love to get in the sack, saw me as she was getting her mail. She gave me what can only be described as an odd look.