Stamped: August 1st, 2005 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: complaint dept., underwear.
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What's wrong with people? I had a fairly typical morning today. Had my coffee, caught the subway, sat in Greeley Square for 10 minutes to read AMNewYork, then went up to the office. Nothing special.
Then I went to the bathroom about 20 minutes ago. I undid my belt and reached for my zipper. But to my surprise, my zipper was already down. Apparently I hadn't bothered to zip it up before leaving the house. So all those people in the elevator in my building, on the subway, in Greeley Square, along 6th Ave, and my office mates must have not noticed. Right? Because if I saw someone's fly down, someone's barracks doors open, a security breach at Los Pantalones, the tray table not in the locked and upright position I would certainly say something. Even if I didn't know them. And if someone along my commute to work had noticed, they surely would've told me, right?
This is along the same lines as telling someone that they've got food stuck in their teeth or a leaf in their hair, etc. Except the problem is that most people won't say anything, they will simply stare at the offending spinach wedged deeply between the upper right lateral and the cuspid. Soon they will be so focused on it that they will be unable to concentrate on what you're saying. As though they could will that speck of spinach out by shear mind power instead of, god forbid, having to tell you.
Well, I'm here to tell you that you people suck. And I remember all your faces. Next time I see lipstick on your teeth, a dead moth in your hair, or gum stuck to the butt of your pants I am just going to sit back and laugh…hysterically.
Do you think that I wanted the entire world to know that I was wearing my snoopy underwear today? Geez.
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Zip Me Up, Zip Me Down
Knowing how hip you are, maybe people just thought this was the latest fashion trend, like showing off your tush with low jeans.
I would’ve complimented you on the Snoopy underwear, so you’d have known in a backhanded, unembarassing way.
Its the fear of being embarrassed by seeing some one else embarrassed by the embarrassing thing that happened to them. You’re right, it is ridiculous. The only person who is man enough to correct me on my French is my nine year old brother. Turns out I make tons of mistakes, but never knew until his grammar surpassed my own.
I’m with Jason on this, I’m amazed no one said anything, and perverse tho it may be, this post made me SO miss Manhattan…
You would not be missing Manhattan these days. It’s so hot, like biblical-end-of-the-world-africa hot. The other day I bought M&Ms at Duane Reade and by the time I got back to my office they were all melted (though, they’re kinda yummy that way.)
Damn, that could have been a fabulous opening (pardon the pun) for Shuttle Guy to exploit and really open the lines of communication.