Everybody's talkin' about fillin' holes, but I GOT a hole today.
lordmarcovan
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In my pants. 
Big 'un, too. Snagged the pocket of my dress pants on a Room Service cart at work.
RRRRRrrrip. The whole seam down my right leg tore out, leaving me, umm, very well-ventilated.
That was just the finale. The day began with a 42-oz bag of ground coffee falling on my head from the top shelf. One of my coworkers left it open, of course. Coffee in my eyes, coffee in my nose. A mouthful of coffee, and I don't even like coffee that much (and prefer to consume it with a little hot water on the rare occasions when I do drink it.)
Did I mention the coffee in my shirt, my shirt pocket, and my tie? I'm still combing it outta my scalp. Oh, yeah- and finding it in my ears too. I literally "have coffee coming out of my ears".
And that was just the beginning and end of my evening at work. The in-between part had all sorts of entertainment, too.
Oh- one funny thing happened, though- somebody at work (who is totally unaware of my forum title and numismatic habits) called me "The Holey of Holeys". Little did I know how appropriate that name would turn out to be. This is the third time I have caught my pants on something at work and ripped them, severely. The other two times I split the seat of my pants, though, so I guess tonight was a small improvement. I got some cracks about the cave-creature white skin on my leg, but nobody was able to make comments about what color underwear I had on. And I suppose I could have taken a shower in hot, brewed coffee instead of dry, ground coffee. There were some small consolations.
Big 'un, too. Snagged the pocket of my dress pants on a Room Service cart at work.
RRRRRrrrip. The whole seam down my right leg tore out, leaving me, umm, very well-ventilated.
That was just the finale. The day began with a 42-oz bag of ground coffee falling on my head from the top shelf. One of my coworkers left it open, of course. Coffee in my eyes, coffee in my nose. A mouthful of coffee, and I don't even like coffee that much (and prefer to consume it with a little hot water on the rare occasions when I do drink it.)
Did I mention the coffee in my shirt, my shirt pocket, and my tie? I'm still combing it outta my scalp. Oh, yeah- and finding it in my ears too. I literally "have coffee coming out of my ears".
And that was just the beginning and end of my evening at work. The in-between part had all sorts of entertainment, too.
Oh- one funny thing happened, though- somebody at work (who is totally unaware of my forum title and numismatic habits) called me "The Holey of Holeys". Little did I know how appropriate that name would turn out to be. This is the third time I have caught my pants on something at work and ripped them, severely. The other two times I split the seat of my pants, though, so I guess tonight was a small improvement. I got some cracks about the cave-creature white skin on my leg, but nobody was able to make comments about what color underwear I had on. And I suppose I could have taken a shower in hot, brewed coffee instead of dry, ground coffee. There were some small consolations.
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