And of course, because it’s me, this happened at the beginning of the work day, not at the end. A quick trip to the men’s room with a stapler patched me up so I could get through the day.
Good thing I was wearing black underwear today, and not tighty-whities.
I’ve heard a lot about the great tailors in Vietnam. Maybe this was the universe’s way of suggesting that I visit one of them.
Insert fart joke here.
peek-a-boo!