Beware Evil Armrests
One of the library’s chairs must have hated my dress slacks even more than I did. I sat in such a chair, minding my students’ business, when I decided to get up and make the rounds.
A thread on my left pocket had stuck a little on the lip of the armrest. Now it hung loose, with a gash about four inches long between it and my belt-loops.
It’s a good thing that my shirts are longer than used to be — I tucked my shirt in so nobody would see my chonies. I faked a “nothing is wrong, nothing at all” attitude long enough to find a first aid kit and safety-pin myself up.
Embarrassed, I asked my master teacher if she was a seamstress. I had lost my needle-and-thread kit in one of my many recent moves, though I had never any talent in sewing things back together.
Fortunately, she got the heavy-handed hint and offered to help me out sometime during Spring Break.
I wasn’t that desperate. Though job interviews start in less than a month, I could have done without that pair of pants. I have a whole other second pair available.
Moral of the story? Sit not in unfamiliar chairs or those with evil armrests.