finer points of etiquette

[mayhap]

I just bent to tie my shoe and felt with a sickening sound the rip in the crotch of my jeans.

Do I commit harakiri right here at the office, or is it okay to wait until I get home first?

Comments

[irinaauthor.livejournal.com]

Eeek! Do you have a pashmina or a cardigan or something you can keep on your lap all day?

[mayhap]

Having scuttled into the restroom and examined the site in a full-length mirror, I am pleased to report that the problem is not visible, assuming, of course, that it remains contained to its present region. I do have a cardigan as a second line of defense!

[irinaauthor.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness! That's a relief.

[dragonstrider.livejournal.com]

Happened to me at Liberty once. I tied a jacket/shirt around my waist so nobody would notice.

[mayhap]

Oh man, that would be dreadful. One would be certain that Janet was ogling one's exposed flesh and getting off on it.

[dragonstrider.livejournal.com]

I honestly think her problem was that she was jealous being around the pretty girls...

[thelastgoodname.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for second lines of defense; also, slip-ons might be called for.

[mayhap]

Oh dear; what for? I already wear sneakers to work ...

[thelastgoodname.livejournal.com]

So you don't have to tie your shoes anymore.

[mayhap]

Oh, of course! I stepped on my shoelace to untie it in the first place, so I feel that there is hardly any hope for me. :D

[gules]

oh lord. when i was in middle school this happened to a friend of mine—she fled to the girls' bathroom, and friend #2 and i got a needle & thread from the art room & sewed up the rip. (i'm sure the quality of the stitches left something to be desired!)

[mayhap]

That? Is awesome. I wish I had had someone that smart and resourceful today, even though it turned out that I didn't actually need it.

[coercedbynutmeg.livejournal.com]

Better the crotch than the butt!

Can the jeans be salvaged or are they a total loss?

[virgofolkie.livejournal.com]

This happened to me a number of times in grade school in the mid-70's, back when my mother used to make a lot of clothes for my brother and me. Blame her sewing machine, I guess--or maybe the popular polyester-knit fabric, or something...