It's not as funny as Ben's incident, but on Monday of this week I managed to walk around all day with a hole in my pants that exposed what can be generously referred to as my "upper, inner thigh".
As an attorney, I frequently wear suits to work. I purchased this particular suit from Jos. A. Bank. I've had it for about a year now, and the crotch has slowly been wearing thin. I probably haven't worn them any more than 40 times, so this probably shouldn't have happened. I think it must have been shoddy tailoring; none of my other suits have this problem.
Either way, "slowly wearing thin" quickly became "gaping holes in the crotch". Unfortunately I didn't realize this until after I got to work. I think a few crucial threads may have finally given - perhaps even on the way to work - and so the holes were sudden and large. Fortunately, since i don't routinely sit with my legs spread, the holes couldn't be seen unless you were really looking intently at my crotch.
I was paranoid about the holes the whole day. It was an intake day, which meant I was meeting with a bunch of new clients, in addition to the regular lawyerly duties. And that night we had dance class, so I made sure to waltz a little more carefully. After all, I didn't want to end up doing some sort of forbidden dance.
There's a hole in your knickers dear Calvin