… when you get to work and realize you’ve managed, yet again, to rip out the crotch in your slacks. Last time this happened was as I was getting into the car to head home. Figures this time it would happen at some point on the way here. Both pairs of slacks this has happened with have been in my wardrobe for quite awhile now so I suppose this is to be expected. The hole is right along the seam and it’s not so big that anything is flapping in the breeze, so to speak, but it’s still embarrassing and there’s the potential of revealing whether I’m a boxers or briefs man whenever I’m sitting down. Going home, changing, and coming back would take the better part of an hour and I’m already here so I’m not inclined to bother.
Guess I’ll just have to be very careful which chairs I sit in today.