Yesterday, in addition to all the other stupid things I managed to do, I tore my pants while I was on my way to a meeting with a prof. It was more like the seam came apart, on a brand-new pair of pants where I'd torn open the temporarily sewn-shut pockets rather than using a seam ripper. Apparently, that was a bit too much for the seam right beside my right pocket, and when I put my hands in my pockets when I approached the bus, the seam came right apart along my hip. Exposing two whole inches of bright orange underwear. And the tear kept gaping.
The good thing was that I could stretch my shirt to cover the tear, but I had to be vigilant to keep my shirt over my hip, or I'd be showing bright orange underpants to everyone on the bus, or to my prof. And I was so busy that it was a good couple of hours before I could go to the campus drug store and buy some safety pins.
Of course it also happened when I was trying to be all grown-up and professional and wear nice clothes to school, and then I spent a couple of hours of that would-be professional time figeting with my clothes and accidentally showing my underpants.