My Flameless Pants
Telling the truth in a world that rewards fiery pants
A friend recently shared an adorable little meme on Instagram. It was really meant to be targeted to the GenX crowd and to elicit a little laugh.
To be honest, the meme made me a little bit anxious. I got the joke, but maybe I didn’t really get it because that meme wasn’t true in my experience.
Here it is:
My husband is my gauge of what is normal as opposed to whatever weirdness is rattling around in my head. He looked at the meme and he got the joke. A laugh in the form of a puff of air escaped his nose.
“But, that wasn’t me! Was that a thing? Did people really do that?” I was apoplectic at this point.
He told me that he personally did not cheat on his reading log. He didn’t have to because he was then and is now a voracious reader. But he knew plenty of classmates who were not completely honest when they turned in their reading logs.
“People won prizes for how many books they read!” I countered. “How could someone cheat about how many books they read?”
