Today, I found myself in a situation in which I needed to zip up my pants so I decided to do just that. Then at mid-zip it happened…the zipper broke. It did not get stuck; it broke off! When I first held the zipper fragment in my hand the worst case scenario zoomed through my mind. I would no longer be able to zip up my pants, they were only half closed, and I was not finished for the day; not yet bound for home. (I wear my shirt tucked in.)
Right about the time zipper-terror was traipsing through my brain I realized that only the dangly, hangy-down part of the zipper had broken off. Fortunately this wardrobe malfunction is recoverable.
I hope nothing else falls off before I get home tonight!
3 Comments:
I have to admit that I'm laughing hysterically, but only because I've had my fair share of wardrobe malfunctions.
reson #1 you should carry a "man-purse". if you'd have had one, then the tools needed to fix said malfunction would have been on hand. crisis averted. (that's what I came up with after I laughed until I cried)
I hope you made it through the day! Zipper terror is quite debilitating.
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