Wardrobe Malfunction

Last Friday, Mark and I got a call from a friend at church wondering if we were busy or if we could come over to play board games that night. Despite our high-flying, action-packed, always-exciting Fridays, we gave up our big plans (aka washing, drying and folding clothes) to have a fun night with our friends. As I was getting out of the car to head into their house, Mark got a puzzled look on his face.

“Did you know you have a hole in your jeans?”

“I do?” I said as I looked back at my derriere. “Oh, it’s just a tiny hole. My shirt will cover it.”

“It’s pretty big. Don’t you think you want to go home and change?”

“Really? You think it’s that big? I could probably get a safety pin for it.”

“A safety pin is not going to take care of THAT!”

It was about this time that I realized we must not be looking at the same hole. This is what Mark saw:

(The entire side of the back pocket was ripped exposing my lovely granny panties beneath.)

I got back in that car so fast!

“Do you think they saw it? Oh my gosh, I bet they saw it. I’m going to DIE of embarrassment!”

“They didn’t see. We’ll just go home so you can change.”

“They had to have seen us pull in! How in the world are we going to leave without them noticing? What are we going to tell them if they call?”

So as Mark and I were trying to cook up a good lie, Mark’s phone started ringing.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you just pull IN and then OUT of our driveway?”

“Um, ya.”

“Is something wrong? Did you forget something?”

“Kind of.”

“What did you forget?”

And then I spilled the beans. Let me tell you, our friends had enough fun just hearing about it on the phone. I can only imagine what I would have gone through had I walked in like that! Or if they had spotted it while I was playing charades. Oh, the horror!

I am so grateful Mark noticed. He saved us from church hunting because there is no way I’d be able to face them again! :) I also promptly bought 2 new pairs of jeans. I like shopping, but my means to get there was NOT worth it!