Every so often, I think to myself: wow, this has been a very normal day/week/month and then something awkward happens. I take it as the universe’s way of reminding me that I should really blog more often. Today’s incident concerned a pair of black dress pants that I was thrilled to find a few months ago after hunting for the perfect pair (it is more challenging than it sounds for tall humans).
Everything was going well until I discovered that my pants were splitting at the seam, at that seam. The most exposed seam of all and that if I stood up and walked, there would be problems. After an initial bout of panic, I sat chortling to myself for a good five minutes. My refusal to a) invest in a sewing kit, and b) learn how to sew had led me to this unfortunate crossroads. Realizing that I had little choice, but to take an early lunch, I waddled like a turtle-bird hybrid towards the metro. From there, I wobbled my way into a TJ Maxx, fully aware that any pants I would find there would be just as substandard in quality as the pair that I was currently wearing. Thirty minutes later, I was back at work with three pairs of pants: one defunct pair, one pair that I put on as soon as I bought it, and one pair in case this ever happens again. This beats both the time that I lost the buttons on my pants and had to use a complicated combination of staples and paper clips to keep them up. Lesson learned.