Am I Wearing Pants?

I started a new job about 3 months ago. Though the employer emphasizes flexible scheduling for their employees, the rule of thumb is more 8-4:30, with an emphasis on the 8am. This has been quite an adjustment for me for 2 reasons: 1) though I arise early every morning, I enjoy a morning workout before beginning my commute, which I've had to truncate each morning because 2) it takes longer for me to get to work now because I "park and ride".

When I get on the bus I am frequently not quite awake, even though I've driven about 3 miles to the park and ride site. One particularly bleary-eyed day, I was sitting in my usual spot (I suspect there will be a posting someday about the unwritten etiquette of public transportation) on a morning which I felt particularly chilly. A rather fetching young woman got on and, since the bus was full and chivalry is dead, she stood holding on to one of the handrails. I noticed that she was wearing a skirt - a knee-length straight skirt probably matching a blazer hidden underneath her winter coat. My thoughts, in the order they occurred:

1. Ooh, a skirt. It's pretty cold for that.
2. Oh my god, her legs are bare. No pantyhose? In this weather? That's got to be cold!
3. I wonder what this cold air (about 20 degrees that day) feels like on bare skin?
4. Does cold air go up the skirt? Of course not, you idiot! Cold air sinks. Warm air rises.
5. I don't feel my pants touching my legs.
6. Am I wearing pants?
7. [I rub my hand on my thigh to verify that I did, indeed, don pants this morning.]
8. These pants are too thin for this weather. I'm cold.
9. I should sort my pants in the closet so that all the thin ones are together, so I can remember not to wear them when it's cold.
10. I'm not wearing these pants again under 30 degrees!

Scary, eh? Later, as I was walking the 2 outdoor blocks from the bus stop to the door where I enter the skyway system, it occurred to me that, for the briefest moment, I found it plausible that I had gotten all the way to the bus without wearing pants. "How silly of me!" I thought.

I've had this story on my mind for a couple of months, only now am I writing it down. As I write I ponder why this story is sticking in my mind. What's the point? I need to sleep more? I'm exhausted? Is it the reason why I detest public transportation - for this never occurred while I was driving to work?

Why?!?

[An afterthought - this might be a fun party game. It's called "My thoughts, in the order that they happened". Probably best after a couple of mixed drinks. Everyone gets a turn.]