Man loses pants, $41,000 bucks and a little bit of his mind.
I ran across a crime fiction blog this morning called Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind and found it to be quite enjoyable. Therein, I discovered what may be the best quote of all time:
"When I got up, I realized, my God, I don't have any pants."
That gem comes to us courtesy of Mr. Mark Stahnke, the subject of this excellent post. It seems that Mr. Stahnke, a Waukesha, Wisconsin native, got loaded in a local bar and divested himself of his trousers. Unfortunately for him, the pockets of the aforementioned trousers contained a couple hundred bucks in cash and a cashier's check for $41,093. He filed a police report and miraculously got it all back, including the missing pants.
Here's a link to the original AP post.
Now perhaps it's just because that check amounts to almost my entire yearly earnings, but if I had that much dough on me, check or otherwise, there is no way in hell my pants are going anywhere without me in them. Perhaps Stahnke should have kept check in his shoe, which he managed to keep on as his slacks sailed off.