Since the recent cold snap, I've had to wear my old jeans that are too big for me. Unfortunately for me, not only are they too big because I've lost a good deal of weight, but also because they stretch like crazy. However, they're the only pair of jeans I have left, and it's too cold to wear my new Capri pants that actually fit.
So, I'm going to Walmart this afternoon in my two-sizes too big pants. They keep heading south, mostly because of the keys in my pocket, but I keep hitching them up. You might ask why I don't just wear a belt, and that is a good question. The answer is: I don't own a belt. I don't like wearing them and, until recently, had no need for one.
Fortunately for me, I was looking at flowers in the back part of the store when my pants took a major dive -- right around my ankles. That's right folks, I lost my pants in Walmart. I think my whole body was blushing. I then dropped the flowers I was holding, spilling dirt all over the floor, just to get my pants up before anyone came around the corner. I managed to get decent and pick up the flowers and some of the dirt before anyone came around.
Just because no one saw me, I was still mortified. They probably caught me on camera -- but I hope not. My cheeks are still bright red.
I walked quickly to the belt section, and then to the checkout line. Now, I'm blogging about it because I know, someday, I will look back on this and think it was funny. Right now, however, I'm still cringing with embarrassment. I'm also not leaving my room for the rest of the weekend. I don't care if the building catches on fire, I'm staying right where I am.
