Bustin Out

Yesterday was a weird day. I thought I worked 3 to 8 until I checked the calender. I saw I worked 10 to 4. I checked the calender at 9 so basically I grabbed my purse and went to work. I had on my comfy oldest jeans. They were a little snug at first but hey it was day one. Work was moving along when one of the popular girls stopped by. I was on the floor working on pattern books and got up to greet her. Without thinking I gave her a full view of the rear. She kindly said "You have some holes in your pants." To which I responded "Yeah in the front." "No", she said,"In the back." I put my hand on my rear and she was right. The whole inner seam was holding on by threads and one pocket was ripped down the side. I remember thinking how loose my jeans felt when I first got to work. They were loose from making big holes. I guess you call this " bustin out". What I am most grateful for was having a friend to watch my back. Some nice mealy mouth person might not have told me to spare my feelings. But my popular girl friend even told me the color of my underwear. The only thing that saved my butt was my shirt was long.