There’s something quietly hopeless about tearing your pants. Like, you know it’s kind of funny, but also there’s nothing you can do about it and now you have to go through your day with a hole in the seat of your pants and it’s an odd sort of understated, defeated feeling. Because until you can get home and change, you are the person who tore their pants sitting down. That is who you are.
I just tore my pants sitting down.
There is absolutely nothing I can do about this.
This is my life now.
Soo…this is the last stop. You have to get off the bus now.
I’m sorry, that won’t be possible.