- I am wearing a fairly new pair of pants.
- Because the pants are fairly new, the back pockets are still sewn shut*
- While I was talking to the board of directors president at our organization today, I was fiddling with my back pocket (still sewn shut.)
- I realized that the corner of the pocket had a small un-sewn area, and that it was roughly finger-sized. I wiggled my finger into my back pocket absent mindedly.
- I continued to talk with the board president.
- There came a moment where I wanted to use my hands to gesture, and as such I lifted my hand from behind me.
- Oh wait! I pulled my pants up and twisty, because my finger didn't come out of the pocket.
- I ignored that that moment happened and continued to talk to the board president. (Who, by the way, is a man who I would guess is in his late fifties.)
- As we talked, my panic rose higher and higher. No matter how I twisted my finger, I couldn't get it out of my pants.
- The board president left.
- I cried out to Rachel, "Shredder!** I can't get my finger out of my pants!!! Seriously!"
- Shredder laughed at me.
- I had her hold my pants on both sides of my finger, and on 1-2-3 I yanked my finger upwards and twisty-like.
- My finger DID NOT COME OUT.
- I started freaking out.
- Shredder was laughing to hard to be very useful.
- My finger really hurt at this point.
- I had to give Sharon her messages because she was in a hurry to leave, so I had to access my computer left-handed because literally, there was no way to get my freaking finger out of my pants. It absolutely would not fit. I don't know if it had swollen from my panic or what, but it would not come out.
- It was very difficult to do things with my finger stuck in my back pocket.
- I should mention that it was the pointer finger on my right hand.
- While I was talking to Sharon about her messages, Shredder got some SCISSORS and started SNIPPING near the area of concern. By my butt.
- She poked me slightly with the scissors.
- She laughed again .
- She finally managed to snip the thread that was restraining me and
- FREEDOM.
- Now my finger is red and swollen. Seriously. What's the deal with the dangerous pants, here?
* I would like you to note that I don't know if back pockets of pants are supposed to stay sewn. I usually undo the sewing so they are just regular pocket-y pockets. I have always assumed that you are supposed to do that, but I don't know how the general public feels.
** I call Rachel "Shredder."
2 comments:
Nobody unsews their back pockets, because nobody BUYS pants with sewn back pockets. You're a kook and a monster. And an angel.
funniest story ever.
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