Emergency Pants
For those of you that are unaware, the Princess has taken a major step in her career. She has her own office downtown, around the corner from the court house. As part of her move-in deal, we're repainting it. She has two rooms, both decent sized, with a nice pair of windows overlooking Main St.
On Saturday, I was there with our beauty queen roommate doing some more painting work. I'd been wearing an old pair of jeans and super baggy, ratty old T-shirt when we go there, like you do when you're painting. The jeans had a small hole near the zipper, which is why they got relegated to project-clothes only.
After working for a bit, I went downstairs to a deli to get us lunch. Surprisingly, it was open a half-day on Saturdays, a bit unusual for downtown eateries in Springfield, so we wanted to take advantage of it. As I gave my order to the attendant, I looked down to grab my wallet, and saw some strings hanging down from my pants, along the seam.
At some point, probably while climbing up and down the ladder to paint, the small hole turned into a full split, from the top of the crotch to halfway down my thigh. I hadn't noticed due to the aforementioned baggy T-shirt. And thank the gods it was, or I'd have exposed myself to the entire restaurant. Which, since it was one of the only places open in downtown Springfield in the middle of the day, was pretty full. I quickly sat, pulled my T-shirt down as far as I could, and retreated to safety as fast as I could.
So I had to call home for Emergency Pants. And since my family loves me, they brought me a pair. Ultimately, no harm done, and now I get to tell the Internet about it. :-)
On Saturday, I was there with our beauty queen roommate doing some more painting work. I'd been wearing an old pair of jeans and super baggy, ratty old T-shirt when we go there, like you do when you're painting. The jeans had a small hole near the zipper, which is why they got relegated to project-clothes only.
After working for a bit, I went downstairs to a deli to get us lunch. Surprisingly, it was open a half-day on Saturdays, a bit unusual for downtown eateries in Springfield, so we wanted to take advantage of it. As I gave my order to the attendant, I looked down to grab my wallet, and saw some strings hanging down from my pants, along the seam.
At some point, probably while climbing up and down the ladder to paint, the small hole turned into a full split, from the top of the crotch to halfway down my thigh. I hadn't noticed due to the aforementioned baggy T-shirt. And thank the gods it was, or I'd have exposed myself to the entire restaurant. Which, since it was one of the only places open in downtown Springfield in the middle of the day, was pretty full. I quickly sat, pulled my T-shirt down as far as I could, and retreated to safety as fast as I could.
So I had to call home for Emergency Pants. And since my family loves me, they brought me a pair. Ultimately, no harm done, and now I get to tell the Internet about it. :-)