What's in Nathan's Pockets

Or,

Why I Hate Going to the Airport.

Everyone has their little idiosyncracies. Some people crack their knuckles, or whistle incessantly, or "knock on wood." Me? I'm a packrat. I carry mass quantities of junk with me wherever I go. I admit it. Sometimes, it can be a bit of a nuisance. I tend to sound like morning shift at the junkyard when I run. I've heard variations of "Is that a _____ in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?" more times than I can count. And I've gained a deep and abiding hatred for metal detectors. But, it's worth the trouble, if for no other reason than to see the look of awed shock on people's faces when I produce just the right tool for the job, seemingly from nowhere. At least, I'm pretty sure it's awed shock. It's hard to tell, sometimes. So, without further ado, here it is!

Right Front Pocket:

Left Front Pocket:

Right Rear Pocket:

Left Rear Pocket:

Shirt Pocket:


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