So the other day I was in Dairy Queen with my dad, and there was this girl at the counter ordering, who was completely oblivious to the fact that her pants were split in the back. Like major split almost all the way to waistband, undies on display and everything.
Also, did I mention it was me?
Yeah. I flashed Dairy Queen. Sigh.
My favorite pair of capris had recently ripped in the derriere region, but because I got mad mending skillz yo, I figured I could just stitch it up and all would be good as new. As it turns out, I figured wrong. My dad and I had been out running errands before Dairy Queen, and each time I got in the car, I could tell the pants were ripping a bit. I just assumed it was my sewing coming undone, but because the initial tear really wasn’t all that noticeable in the first place, I didn’t think much of it. Again…wrong. Apparently, you cannot make the pants be something they are not. If you try to change the pants into what you believe they should be, their only response will be to act out in a much more dramatic fashion. Thus, leaving you arse out in the middle of a fast food restaurant.
So, you know, I hope we all learned something here.