blush.

The other week at work I was stepping off the tailgate of the truck as we were all congregated to divvy up the afternoon work and my pants split.
There was a tear right across the bottom of my back pocket. There was no tape, nor an extra pair of pants. I was mortified.

Luckily you couldn't see my underwear, so I was forced to work cautiously.

I was struck with how comfortable all of us at work have become with each other. I'm glad I work with these people that can laugh with/at me all in good fun.