So the story more or less beings last week when I thought the zipper on my favorite pants had broken. I was at work one morning and decided I need to use the restroom where I found that my zipper wouldn’t go down. So I return to my desk and eventually decided to try and slip my pants off so that I could use the toilet. That goes swimmingly until the end of the day when I return home and try to fix my zipper.
Eventually I got the zipper working again. So this morning, obviously I want to wear my favorite pants. Well, around lunch time the zipper stops going down again. No biggie, I’ve worked around this before. And still, they’re my favorite pants so it’s nothing to get too worked up about. THEN…
Oh my goodness, then my pants lost their place as my favorite pants. The zipper came undone. The sliding part of the zipper is still all the way at the top, but the rest has come unhooked and gapes open. So now I have to walk around holding my shirt down in the back so that my rump isn’t exposed. And of course I couldn’t be wearing black underwear that might be less noticeable with my black pants. Oh no… I had to decide against that idea this morning.
Why do my favorite pants always manage to embarrass me?
And for those that are reading impaired:
cliffs: My zipper got stuck, then popped open so now everyone at work can see my butt when I walk around.
Eventually I got the zipper working again. So this morning, obviously I want to wear my favorite pants. Well, around lunch time the zipper stops going down again. No biggie, I’ve worked around this before. And still, they’re my favorite pants so it’s nothing to get too worked up about. THEN…
Oh my goodness, then my pants lost their place as my favorite pants. The zipper came undone. The sliding part of the zipper is still all the way at the top, but the rest has come unhooked and gapes open. So now I have to walk around holding my shirt down in the back so that my rump isn’t exposed. And of course I couldn’t be wearing black underwear that might be less noticeable with my black pants. Oh no… I had to decide against that idea this morning.
Why do my favorite pants always manage to embarrass me?
And for those that are reading impaired:
cliffs: My zipper got stuck, then popped open so now everyone at work can see my butt when I walk around.