Add this to the list of embarrassing things I have done in my life. A coffee stain on my crotch. Not a little one, but a big one. I won't bore you with how it got there, but I will acknowledge it.
I had hoped that it would have faded and gone away, but it didn't happen. Now I am stuck wearing a pair of pants that look like I am a walking Rorschach test. Great, that is just great.
If I was single I might approach women and ask them what it looked like to them. Ok, I am exaggerating, I wouldn't do that. In fact I have never done anything remotely like that, not now, not ever. And not even that one time at band camp either.
Can't go home. This begs the question of do I wear it proudly or just pretend that it is not there. Or should I walk down the street and try to purchase a new pair of pants. It is a dilemma, a stain on my morning.
Well, I suppose that it could be worse. I do have stories that are far more embarrassing, but I don't think that I'll be sharing any of them right now.
Excuse me, I have to go slink behind a desk.
7 comments:
I would go buy the new pants. Seriously. Otherwise, it's gonna make you crazy.
I agree with Dorothy.
Still, if the worst problem after spilling hot coffee on your crotch is a stain, you can count yourself lucky. :-)
Or....you could just keep your hand on your crotch all day. Hee, hee.
Ditto Stacey!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Let me just say...as a woman...asking women what the stain looks like? Not a good idea.
Keeping with the hand idea, how about a folder? A book?
There's something about coffee and gravity today...
As I was getting ready to clean out the coffeemaker, I spilled yesterday's coffee on the hallway floor outside the lab.
Once I'd succesfully made a pot of coffee, I spilled half a cup, again, on the hallway floor outside the lab.
And of course, all of this coffee spilling highlighted just how badly I needed my coffee. Better luck tomorrow, Jack. And it wouldn't hurt to keep a spare pair of pants in the car.
Leaf,
I used to carry a couple of razors in the car for just that purpose.
DR/JA,
I did. I ran down the street and picked up a new pair. Made life a lot less complicated.
Stacey/Kasamba,
Laugh it up ladies. Karma will see that you wear your next meal. ;)
RR,
So you think that women might not appreciate my asking them about my crotch. Darn, I was all set to tell my wife that I had good excuse. ;)
Judi,
Your story makes me feel better.
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