To Wear Shorts - That IS the Question

I can't believe I'm actually having a hard time with this. Who have I become? Where is the country girl we all know and love?

So, I'm sitting in my apartment debating the pros and cons of wearing shorts to the laundry mat. Honestly it doesn't seem like a big deal. But it is. It really is. My rational self says: If I wear shorts, at least I'm not naked. But my irrational self says: I think I might be more comfortable naked. France is a place where one does not wear shorts unless one is running. Even then, I see more pants and pants-like things than shorts - on females. Guys can do whatever they want. But females must adopt that Parisian je ne sais quoi. Argh.

This whole silly situation wouldn't be such a problem if I had clean pants. But I don't. Nothing. I haven't done wash in over 4 weeks. My pants are begging to be cleaned.


Conclusion: Wear dirty pants. Wash that pair another time. I cannot risk the humiliation. Being caught in shorts, by a neighbor, would be the instant death of me.