Of coooourse...
So I was having an okay day. The problem with my mail had been fixed quickly, if not without a heavy dose of WTF. The union sweet-talked my boss into letting me have the extra half-hour of OT. WholeFoods even had everything I needed - lunch for prevenger and me and dinner for qarylla and me on sale.
Then I tore my pants.
It's not as bad as it could be. Two inches, but in the crotch rather than the butt, so I can mostly conceal it. And it's not due to my fatness, since the pants come from 40 pounds ago. It's also an old pair that I would need to replace soon anyway. Still, I would have been much happier if this happened a few hours later in the comfort of my own home.
Then I tore my pants.
It's not as bad as it could be. Two inches, but in the crotch rather than the butt, so I can mostly conceal it. And it's not due to my fatness, since the pants come from 40 pounds ago. It's also an old pair that I would need to replace soon anyway. Still, I would have been much happier if this happened a few hours later in the comfort of my own home.