On a Monday morning you bend over (properly mind you) to put down a box you are carrying on the floor and your pants seam gives way.
Followed by that moment when you realise that your spare pants are 200 km away at home and you aren’t going to be home till Wednesday.
Followed by that moment when you realise that pay day isn’t till Wednesday and you have no emergency jeans buying fund.
Followed by that moment that you hope that a: the person you are staying with has cotton for her sewing machine and can show you how to mend your trousers or b: the E.I.C. gets paid early.
Followed by that moment when you head to the bathroom and have a moment of relief that as long as you don’t move around to much it isn’t obvious!
I am luaghing on the inside 😆 honest…