The Pants Problem

I have an issue with men's pants. I'm from California, where pants of choice for my male compadres is jeans, ripped or not ripped. Unfortunately when I was in junior high it wasn't the pants that bothered me so much as where they were resting, which was below the crotch. 

I want to drive. So bad.

Courtesy of Warner Bros.

I have a confession to make: I'm going to be 21 next month and I still can't drive.

It's not that I haven't tried. Last Christmas I got my driver's permit in California. The test is so easy that you would have to be brain dead not to pass. However I was so busy visiting with my family that I had no time for driver's lessons the two weeks I was there.