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Have you ever had one of those days? Everything is going along swimmingly and then, suddenly, something occurs that just spoils your mood and sends you into a tailspin?
I'm having one of those days.
It was all going so nicely. I'd woken up early, shaved and showered and decided I'd dress up a bit for work. So I pull on my khaki slacks and the camo sweatshirt that goes so well with it.
I decided I'd stop off at Subways and grab a tuna sub, 'cause I've been jonesing for fish for the last few days. Don't ask me why, but I have.
So, I'm in Subway, waiting on my food, when I notice my shoe is untied. I think about tying it there, but, honestly, the thought of kneeling on their floors just puts me right off. They're dirty and wet with all the mud and slush people have been trailing in.
So, I get my food and go outside. Plop my sandwich on the hood of my car and kneel on the reasonably clean sidewalk to tie by shoe.
And that's when it happens.
RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP!!!
Yep.
You guessed it.
Looking down, I'm startled to see that the stitching along the crotch of my khakis has completely given way.
I stand up and stare down at my groin and my surprise turns to black anger.
These pants are brand new! I think to myself. I've only worn them, like, twice! What the fuck?!?!
And now I have to go all the way back home and get a change of pants. Which means that I don't get to go into work early, and now I'm in a really bad mood.
I get home and take off the khakis and look at them. I see that the stitching all along the seam is ridiculously loose. What the hell?
I throw them in the trash and pull on a pair of worn blue jeans.
Leadfoot it into work, where I avoid everyone for about twenty minutes because, honestly, I'm not fit for human company at that point.
I'm still pissed at the fact that those pants split, but I no longer want to stab anyone in the head with a fork.
And, actually, writing all of this down has helped a lot.
So, thanks LJ. You've probably kept me from going off on some poor lunatic tonight.
More later. - MEL
I'm having one of those days.
It was all going so nicely. I'd woken up early, shaved and showered and decided I'd dress up a bit for work. So I pull on my khaki slacks and the camo sweatshirt that goes so well with it.
I decided I'd stop off at Subways and grab a tuna sub, 'cause I've been jonesing for fish for the last few days. Don't ask me why, but I have.
So, I'm in Subway, waiting on my food, when I notice my shoe is untied. I think about tying it there, but, honestly, the thought of kneeling on their floors just puts me right off. They're dirty and wet with all the mud and slush people have been trailing in.
So, I get my food and go outside. Plop my sandwich on the hood of my car and kneel on the reasonably clean sidewalk to tie by shoe.
And that's when it happens.
RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP!!!
Yep.
You guessed it.
Looking down, I'm startled to see that the stitching along the crotch of my khakis has completely given way.
I stand up and stare down at my groin and my surprise turns to black anger.
These pants are brand new! I think to myself. I've only worn them, like, twice! What the fuck?!?!
And now I have to go all the way back home and get a change of pants. Which means that I don't get to go into work early, and now I'm in a really bad mood.
I get home and take off the khakis and look at them. I see that the stitching all along the seam is ridiculously loose. What the hell?
I throw them in the trash and pull on a pair of worn blue jeans.
Leadfoot it into work, where I avoid everyone for about twenty minutes because, honestly, I'm not fit for human company at that point.
I'm still pissed at the fact that those pants split, but I no longer want to stab anyone in the head with a fork.
And, actually, writing all of this down has helped a lot.
So, thanks LJ. You've probably kept me from going off on some poor lunatic tonight.
More later. - MEL
