E is in town and I am meeting her and some other Fabbers for dinner. Just as I was about to enter my metro stop (which is 15 min walk from my place) shoe lace on my left foot got untied and I lifted my leg slightly onto a nearby stair to retie it. As I was bending to do it I heard a strange sound and felt cool air on my backside. Yes, my jeans ripped in the worst possible moment in the worst possible place. Had the rip been elsewhere, I might have continued and tried to pretend I suddenly developed a taste for fashionably ripped jeans. However, it would have been very risqué with this particular rip location.
So I walked home, changed, and am now back on my way typing this from the metro. I am running late, but somehow think that the Fabbers would prefer that to a flash of my backside. Imagine the chances of something like this happening!!!
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