Thursday, March 12, 2009

Ripped pants


So I was at work this week and had been down at a meeting in American Fork. As I was leaving and got in my car something didn't feel quite right. However, I drove back up to SLC and didn't think anything about it until later, when my supervisor said something. What she said was "do you realize your britches are torn?" Of course I said no and then stuck my hand on the back of my pants and felt a HUGE rip. Oh the joys of my life.

1 comments:

ANGELA said...

LOL! I hate when things like that happen, but what can you do but laugh!