Literally. Life has a funny way of keeping you humble…
I was heading out to grab lunch. I opened the car door, started to sit down, and riiiiip! My pants ripped, right along the crotch. I look like a business casual heavy metal throwback.
The tailor down the block was nice enough to patch the pants for me, and for free no less. Unfortunately, I bent over to pick up change for an older lady at the pizza parlor and the patch started to give. So, I get to spend the rest of the day trying to not to rip out the rest of the stitches. I’ve never wanted the day to end as much as I do right now.
I still got two slices of pizza for lunch, though ;).