I was running around a couple different stores yesterday buying groceries etc. Around rush hour, holiday season, pretty busy. It wasn't until I got home unloading shit in the cold that I felt a strange breeze coming through the back of my jeans.
From above the tail bone side of my back pocket all the way a couple inches past my ass cheek was a large tear.
It wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't going commando.
At first I was paranoid and embarrassed, thinking about the little butt high children that were dashing around and what graphic images of my not so hairy ass I may have instilled in their adolescent brains. Or the laughs I may or may not have heard in the background, not thinking for a second that it could have been aimed at me.
After 24 hours, and a day of stupor, I am now proud of myself for enduring such a tragedy.