Last week I came home from work relatively early one day because my mother-in-law was going to watch the kids while Dee and I went out for a belated Valentine's Day meal. 

We were walking out the door to the restaurant when my wife said, "Did you see the pants with the hole in the back?  They look sort of like the ones you've got on, and I wanted to make sure you weren't going to wear them before we sewed them up."

To which I replied, "No, I didn't see any pants with holes in them.  Where was it?"  I craned my head around to see if I could identify whether I was wearing said pants, when we both suddenly realized that indeed, I was wearing said pants.

AND HAD BEEN FOR A FULL WORK DAY.

Yep, somehow I had missed the fact that the pants were ripped, and wore them all that day at work, including TWO trips out to a vendor's facility for inspections.  Luckily, I was wearing my jacket most of the time that I was not sitting down at my desk, but still I'm amazed that I managed to get by the whole workday 1) without anyone pointing this out to me and 2) without feeling a draft.

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