Yesterday morning, I was walkin' around with my fly open. . . It was particularly weird, because I suffer from fly-open-ophobia, and I'm constantly checking my crotch to make sure nothing is getting out. But, yesterday, I didn't have any urge to do that. I walked out the door and across the street to the bus stop, got on the bus to work, walked around in the office for a while. . . No one said anything at all. And it wasn't just open, either. It was OHHHHHH-PENNNNNNN!!! I finally sat down and saw a flash of red where I should normally just see denim blue. I put it together that the red was my underwear, and it was soon the color of my blushing face. This sure explained some of the strange looks that people were giving me, all morning. This is the moment that I realized strangers will not tell you that your fly is down. What is the world coming to?
