...and anyone who cared to look this morning would have seen my underpants for sure. It wasn't until 4 hours into my shift that I noticed the gaping hold in my shorts this morning. And when I say gaping, I mean the Grand Canyon of tears. So I guess it's a testament to the sensitivity of my coworkers for not noticing that I was teetering on the verge of humiliation all morning. I ran home as soon as I noticed. But the rest of the day will be spent in a state of minor paranoia that my derriere is once again on display to the world.
Monday, August 11, 2008
I see London, I see France...
...and anyone who cared to look this morning would have seen my underpants for sure. It wasn't until 4 hours into my shift that I noticed the gaping hold in my shorts this morning. And when I say gaping, I mean the Grand Canyon of tears. So I guess it's a testament to the sensitivity of my coworkers for not noticing that I was teetering on the verge of humiliation all morning. I ran home as soon as I noticed. But the rest of the day will be spent in a state of minor paranoia that my derriere is once again on display to the world.
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5 comments:
oh nooooooo that's awful! kudos for coming back to work. i would have stayed home, and deserved it;)
Your Gramma would say "So what, they're clean and paid for".
Funny too, I was just thinking again about finding you a sewing machine.
I was wondering when you'd notice.
LOL!
I'm just kidding. I stared at you butt Friday but was too busy to stare today. ;)
Darwin
I didn't even notice. It must not have been that big. But then again, I don't look at people's bums all that much!
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