Chaos and joy

I love riding the subway in a big city. I to read the signs and wait for the right train to pull up. Wait for swarms of people stream out of the cars. I'd either move to an area not occupied with sweaty armpitto balance as if on a surfboard, or calmly park myself in an open area and sit down. I'd cross my legs into a more comfortable position without kicking the shins of the people next to me. Everyone knows that eye contact is expressively forbidden in such a cramped environment. The next move would be a bag adjustment, move my purse from one shoulder to the next, take out my current novel and start reading through the dull subway ride.
People walk by me, on and off the car and I notice colors; black ,navy blue a couple of greens and reds, browns, blue jeans and khakis, skirts and tights. The colors don't really inspire joy, especially in the winter. But the fashion is fun and sometimes I get a hint of creativity out of the drab garb.
Some girls just love to wear their short skirts and for a minute I think one is parked right behind my novel. A skirt so short it looks like she's got no pants.
A quick glance and I notice, Darling you should have shaved your legs...
A second glance... a guy in a skirt... ok, not too weird, gay rights and all. This is a big city.
I lift my eyes to see just what kind of skirt he's wearing, I am a girl after all, and then I realize... he's not wearing a skirt or pants... He's only in his underwear!
I look up from my book Mr Pantless is acting normal. Not smiling down at me in a suggestive way. He doesn't even look gay. I grab faces from the crowd looking for accomplices and notice the other naked legs in the subway car.

~~What did I get myself into?~~

Men, in boxers, briefs, banana-hammocks and thankfully no thongs. Women in frilly knickers, boys boxers, girls boxers, again thankfully no thongs.

The colors are bright and I smile, here is my brief chaos of color in a mundane winter world of dark shades.
Blues, Greens, Reds, Pinks, Yellow, Orange, White. Characters like Spiderman, Cookie Monster and sayings like Cabin Fever, make me laugh out loud. This is my kind of joke.The only question is...
Should I take my pants off?

This is a fictional story based on real events. For more information see Improv Everywhere
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For a little more joy, check out (RAOK) Random Acts of Kindness with Danny Wallace and Join Me or Free Hugs