Agonotheta

Embarrassing Moment

January 10, 2005

One Saturday morning last summer I ran a 10k (6.2 miles). After it was all said and done, I quickly changed at a friend's house. I took off my running shorts and put on jeans. Now, for those of you who aren't runners or haven't ever seen male running shorts, they are very similar to male swim trunks in that they have "underwear" sewn into them. Trust me, these special shorts are needed after about three or four miles. So as I was changing clothes I realized I had forgotten to pack a pair a "draws."

"Hm, commando," I thought. "No big deal for an hour or so while I get my car's oil changed."

Cut scene: Interior car dealership.

I sit lazily and freely spread-legged, tired from the run, in a chair facing a long hallway for about an hour.

Cut scene: Interior of my house about one-half hour after arriving home.

I reach down, as I am accustomed to do, to check my zipper. And lo, and behold ... it's down. I laugh quietly to myself.

"Ha ha, good thing I'm not in public, since I'm not wearing ... any ... underwear ..."

The magnitude of this blunder hits me as I realize I was sitting, more like sprawled, facing a long hallway for an hour in the car dealership.

Not one who embarrasses easily, I told this embarrassing story that night to several friends at a wedding.

Later this week, I'm going to post a candid picture another friend took of me telling this story at the wedding. Photo here.