Once upon a time 1 or 2 summers ago I was out working with my dad. He had me at the time nailing some 1 inch boards onto some stickers (Scrap pieces of wood that you nail wood onto and separate wood with. Not the pretty pieces of paper that stick onto things.) At the time the wood was about three feet high just high enough for me to put my left foot onto the boards to keep them from moving while I nailed. At least that was the plan. At the apex of my left leg lift I simultaneously heard a RIP, felt the release of tension on my backside, and felt the beginnings of a nice healthy breeze round my underpants.
Panicked I looked around checked to see if anyone was openly mocking then cautiously felt the large tear in my pants. Unfortunately for my coworkers and myself this was like at 10:30, six and a half hours from quitting time at 5.
Nobody said anything to me about my incident the rest of the day, so either they were to embarrassed for my sake or they just didn't notice. Needless to say I'm hoping that it was the latter option. I do have high hopes though because at the lunch hour I showed my dad and asked how visible it was. He said it wan't very noticeable but he may or may not have been lying to give me a false sense of security. I hope he wasn't. (Note: This is not the same pair of pants that was ripped in the previous post.)
This makes me unbelievably happy. The less sketchy Part II post is always a gem.
ReplyDeleteps: why are you not following my blog, fool?
That'll do, pig. That'll do.
Laughing, laughing laughing. Laura, you've got to stop with the incredibly witty comments. It's not even worth it for me to follow up.
ReplyDeleteBut I would just like to interject how, erm... appropriate your blog title turned out to be. That is all.