I am very absent-minded, and ADD, and all the other things that describe a person who isn’t organized or focused, but I never thought it would ruin one of my five pairs of summer pants.
The school-age children at the CDC have one of those amazing expandable sphere toys, and I noticed that one of the hinges was broken. I took it down to my room to see if a drop of super glue could fix it. The preschoolers were amazed as it opened and closed and opened and closed while I looked and looked for that broken hinge. (I had already just pushed it back into place, and apparently friction was doing the job just fine.) I finally gave up because it was breakfast time, and stuck the tube of glue in my back pocket.
You see where this is going, right?
Later in the day I was sitting in the office and thought I was having some kind of nerve damage, because my right buttock (heh- I said ‘buttock’) felt really warm. I reached back and lo & behold- my pocket was hot.
Dang it!! I popped the tube!
Pocket – of course – glued shut.
Pants – yes – glued to underwear.
Underwear – mercifully – not glued to me.
The bright side? I get to shop for new pants!
Side note: I keep a complete change of clothes at work, just like the children do. You never know when you’re going to get barfed on or glue-ruined.