I was in somebody's office today, so I snagged a buddy to come watch me (my personal policy for going into peoples' locked offices without them). I bend over to inspect the printer and hear a gasp and a muffled sound from behind me. I look, my coworker very delicately asks me if I'm aware I have a rip in my pants.
No, no, I was not. It is a rip alllllllllllllllllllll the way down the seam along my rear end. Errything is on display (or at least my very adorable underclothing). EEK. So I am standing like a cat outside for the first time, staring and frozen, trying to figure out how I get back to my office to get my coat to wrap it around me, and my co-worker volunteers to walk Right Behind Me to ensure NOBODY WILL SEE. So she does. I get my coat, check in with my boss, head to the closest buy-pants-store.
Everyone at the store was REALLY nice, and the lady at the dressing room was all 'come back here when you've bought it and I'll let you change here' (which is generally something that this store does not do).
Could've been a terrible, humiliating experience, it really could've been. Instead, this is a hilarious story that I get to entertain myself and others with for ages. Also, my new pants are a- super cute, and b- fit better than the old ones, and they were only $20!