After eating fried chicken strips, potato wedges, and a corn dog for lunch; I started feeling bloated. However, I didn’t feel the need to do a #2 but a #1 for sure because of all the Mountain Dew I had been drinking. I can feel my stomach expanding as I was trying to unbutton my pants at the urinal. Finishing up, I was having a very hard time trying to button my pants; as I forced the issue… the button popped off and flew into the urinal. Greaaat! There’s no way I’m going in after that! With 4 hours left in my shift, I frantically looked for another alternative but it turns out that we do not sell any safety pins.
Holding my pants up with my left hand while trying to checkout customers with my right became an enduring task. One customer noticed the eccentricity said, “Gosh, I feel sorry for you, you really have to go to the bathroom don’t you?” Close, but not quite right and with these long lines, I’m not going anywhere. Oh, no… a middle-aged lady puts a big box of detergent on the conveyor belt, as it approached me; I fumbled with the many ways on how I should do this as it would require both of my arms to carry it. I settled with pressing my body against the checkstand in hopes of it holding my pants up. When I grabbed the detergent, my awkwardly position made my pants drop…
“OH LORD!” cries the middle age lady…
I can hear some laughter as my face was overwhelmed with embarrassment…
Holding my Pants up
by PkWynn on October 30, 2009
After eating fried chicken strips, potato wedges, and a corn dog for lunch; I started feeling bloated. However, I didn’t feel the need to do a #2 but a #1 for sure because of all the Mountain Dew I had been drinking. I can feel my stomach expanding as I was trying to unbutton my pants at the urinal. Finishing up, I was having a very hard time trying to button my pants; as I forced the issue… the button popped off and flew into the urinal. Greaaat! There’s no way I’m going in after that! With 4 hours left in my shift, I frantically looked for another alternative but it turns out that we do not sell any safety pins.
Holding my pants up with my left hand while trying to checkout customers with my right became an enduring task. One customer noticed the eccentricity said, “Gosh, I feel sorry for you, you really have to go to the bathroom don’t you?” Close, but not quite right and with these long lines, I’m not going anywhere. Oh, no… a middle-aged lady puts a big box of detergent on the conveyor belt, as it approached me; I fumbled with the many ways on how I should do this as it would require both of my arms to carry it. I settled with pressing my body against the checkstand in hopes of it holding my pants up. When I grabbed the detergent, my awkwardly position made my pants drop…
“OH LORD!” cries the middle age lady…
I can hear some laughter as my face was overwhelmed with embarrassment…