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Wed 2 Nov, 2005 11:19 am
Quote:Posted 11/2/2005 7:12 AM
Bush reveals contents of his pockets: No wallet or keys
USToday
Well, I've got the keys of our home (included are the keys of the bike, a small security container etc) and those of mother's home in the left pocket. In the right are a lighter, car keys and a handkerchief. My purse is in the back pocket.
I rarely use a handbag. In my left pocket, I keep my wallet. In my right pocket I have:
3 tissues
car keys
house keys
lipstick
chapstick
dentyne gum
nothing, i carry a knapsack everywhere i go
Phoenix32890 wrote:I rarely use a handbag.
Now come on, dear Phoenix. The next thing. you will tell us, is that you can go alone to the rest room (toilette)?
EVERY women uses a handbag, containing .... what can't be left inside the car plus a lot more and weighting about the same as my weekend suitcase.
Having been in the the big city, I can assure you that Phoenix doesn't carry a purse--Like me, she's a pouch person.
I spend much more time at home that I do away, so my pocket freight is fairly light.
In summer I keep my keys (house, car, get-away lair) on a hook by the door. In the winter they are in my left hand coat pocket.
Year round I carry a horse chestnut as a sovereign remedy against the aches and twinges of rheumatism. I also carry a momento for the vicissitudes of the day and a useful small rock.
When I leave the house, I have my pouch with money, i.d., a nail file, a notebook, a pen, some tissues and a wet wipe.
I have no problems going to the Ladies' Room without a kindred spirit--although I frequently meet kindred spirits by chance.
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right front=keys to porsche and truck + spare change, left front, keys to lady Dianes car and folding money, left rear hankerchief, right rear wallet. Sometimes I walk funny.
Sometimes?
Eep, no pockets in these pants. But usually, it's the keys (which are for everything, car, house and the pass to get into the office) in the right front pocket and a tissue in the left front, sometimes also a chapstick in there. I like to mix it up, yanno.
I'm a creature of habit. I shoulda bean a nun.
I got a lion in my pocket and baby it's ready to roar....
I think Dick Cheney carries the President's wallet and keys.
And also his Presidency.
never thought about it, but even when I do have pockets, I never put anything in them.
My keys have an exxon tiger head on them. I'll take the tiger head and stick it inside my waistband, letting the keys hang out.
BTW, his name is tiggy.
I only have very small handbags so I won't be tempted to carry too much.
Keys and spare change in my right pocket, but nothing in the left as I have had the pocket liner removed.
This saves the bother of undoing one's fly when visiting the loo, despite the inconvenience of having to stand sideways to the pan. Alas, this tactic causes a reasonable amount of consternation when using a public urinal.
A taco in my right pocket and what else but some sauce in the left
Lord Ellpus wrote:Keys and spare change in my right pocket, but nothing in the left as I have had the pocket liner removed.
That must make it awfully drafty!
Keys on belt loop if I have one or in right front pocket, when leaving house.
Wallet getting smaller.
I have a purse when going to the big city, for maps and this and that, always some sort of shoulder bag.
I went for a year without a purse at all once - what an annoying year... which pair of jeans or skirt was my id in????
Right front: spare change and a money clip for one-dollar bills only. Right rear: an unbreakable comb. Left rear: wallet. Left front: handkerchief (something my mother taught me to always have with me about 60 years ago). I hate hot summer weather when you can't really wear a jacket. In the fall and spring I'm wearing either a sports jacket (suitcoat type) or a windbreaker. Plemnty of extra pockets. Otherwise, in the summer, I end up wearing one of those fanny-packs for the extra stuff. Keys hang from a belt-loop and get hung up on a peg by the door when I enter the house.
Why do you ask, Walter?