Stained

Can I just tell you about my terrible morning earlier this week? I was all ready to walk out the door when I looked down and realized there was a stain on the bright blue pants I was wearing. Like, a pretty obvious one. Right above the knee. Not gonna lie, I very seriously considered going to work anyway and just hoping no one noticed. But I noticed, and I knew it would drive me crazy every time I looked down at my lap.

So I decided to at least take a shot at cleaning up my act. And by act I mean pants. I went to the bathroom and took soap and water to my leg, but of course then I just had a giant wet spot. So I grabbed the hair dryer. Yes, this story just gets classier and classier. I had used too much soap, so basically I made the whole situation worse. I probably could have gotten away with the original stain, but not when that stain had a big discolored soap circle around it. It was like a Venn diagram of shame.

I had no choice but to change my bottoms. I was so pissed that I just grabbed these jeans even though it was a Monday. They don’t really look like jeans so I figured I could pass for professional. It’s a good thing I’m not a courtroom lawyer. Can you imagine my opening statement? “OK, jury, my client is totally innocent but first let me tell you about my pants.”

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