stark
I'm running out of fingers to count the number of times today I've reached down and stealthily felt beneth my crotch pantfold to see if my zipper is down. I keep having these bissare shocks, where I all the sudden think I'm commando and my pant zipper has come undone. I feel the cold blasts of air, and everyone is looking at me. But upon examination, everything is in place. There was one time, when talking to my group, that I actually heard the zipper coming undone. And I knew it was down for sure. But because I had been assuming it would happen all day long, I was ready, and I covered for it. I finished my sentence, dipped my head and slunk away while casually extending the bottom of my long sleeve shirt, as if I had just decided the proportions in my garb were off and needed to be modified in the shirt department.
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