Yep, I crouched down today and my pants ripped clear around to my back.
Pants: "Hey Em, we can't take too much more of this bending down crap. No, seriously. Okay, fine. *ripppppp*"
Em: "Holy shit! My pants just ripped!"
Pants: "What the hell did we just say??" "P.S. Thanks for that egg salad sandwich for lunch today. Fatty."
Cut to the obligitory feel "down there" to find out just how bad the damage was. My outfit was definitely appropriate for a vegas show, or the rodeo, seeing as they were pretty much chaps at that point. So I did the only thing I could think of, which was to shove the remainder of my pants into my butt, around my thong, to hold them in place, and walk out of the office I was in, to my purse to get my keys. I know I was walking like I had something up my ass, cause, well, I did.
Thank god I had yoga pants in my car! Of course, I had to drive around to find an appropriate spot to change because there was no way in hell I was walking/going to make it to the bathroom.
Apparently I was really cool about it cause no one noticed. Well, no one I know noticed anyway.
July 21 2005, 05:03:36 UTC 6 years ago
August 2 2005, 21:49:49 UTC 6 years ago