What if I drop my pants?

I am wary of this invention called a clothesline. While I am using this clothesline in order to dry our clothes (after dumping liquid fabric softener into the rinse cycle, something I haven’t ever done before.) I just don’t buy the fact that they won’t fall every time the wind blows. Which basically has me standing at our window watching them all sway and dry. And the pillowcases are blowing in the wind like those windsocks you see at the beach. I fear the clothesline. I really do. But I’m also sort of attracted to it. It’s like a dangerous boy.

We’re on the third floor. This could make for an interesting way to meet our neighbors.

Excuse me, polite polish woman, but I fear I have dropped my pants in your backyard.

(Yes, I will take photographs.)