My morning had a casualty. My pants.
As I was walking into the office there was something on the ground. I bent down to pick it up and "RIIIIIIIIP". Luckily, I work with nurses who are always prepared. One of them had a skirt. At least I'm not wearing a sweater around my waist. My laughter ensued as soon as I heard the ripping noise, and it hasn't stopped.
Isn't that something that only happens in the movies?!?
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