Here is my unsolicited advice for you: do not, when you are in a rush to leave the house, grab the first pair of jeans from a pile you haven't worn in about 6 months or so. Especially not when it is pouring outside. You may then realize, too late, as you run from the house to the car and--more importantly--from the car to the local pizza place and back carrying takeout, that you have put on a pair of low risers that don't quite sit like they used to, and be caught, as you are trying to open the car door and not drop the unwieldy pizza box, frustrated and, quite literally, with your pants down around your ankles.
(It should be noted that the frustration had nothing to do with any embarrassment of any sorts. It was just under four months ago that I stripped down to my underwear (top and bottom) in the diner across the road's parking lot, after the kid decided to jump on me and gift me from neck down with whatever he had eaten for the day. Having flashed the good citizens of B____ that way, today's little mishap was merely annoying because of the cold rain pelting me.
I had listened to my mom's advice by the way.)
Baggy Trousers - Madness
