It's around this time that, overloading the pockets of my flimsy cargo pants with a camera, a bulging wallet, and heaps of brochures and class notes and a sketchbook and several pens... I tore a giant hole right across my ass as I went to sit down.
Since I was wearing a long coat, I never told anyone I was with about it. And thankfully, they didn't make me remove my coat during Customs.
Rather than stop overloading my pockets, I started wearing jeans.