Bizarre Occurrences
Posted by Robert on the 16th of December, 2006 at 8:53 PM GMT0. Permalink.Tags: Clothes, Personal, Skating
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When I posted this, I was listening to: Panic! at the Disco - The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage
Some days make more sense if you sleep through them.
Last night I was motivated. I went to Target, the mall, the grocery store, the liquor store, and to meet someone I've been meaning to meet. The important part of this story is that I went to the mall. You see, the pants I bought in August had holes in them because I do so much walking. I went to Gap and bought the same pair, just with shorter legs.
Today, I was motivated. I went to Flip's to get my tires checked on. Then I decided I wanted to go skate since I had recently received my fitness skates in a care package from my mum. I headed south on Sepulveda, then east on Ventura. I was planning on skating down to Studio City or further. Around Woodman, I hit a seam in the concrete and it tripped me up. I fell and went into a roll. I didn't really stop moving. I just rolled and popped back up. My knee was scraped up a little.
About 100 feet down the road, I realized my crotch felt cool and breezy. I looked down and saw a giant hole. When I fell, the seams of my pants had failed. From the bottom of the button fly, down the crotch, then down the seam of the leg about 3 or 4 inches, I had a giant hole. I was shocked. I had a pair of Gap pants that were the exact same build that had survived much more than that. I called my mom.
My mom confirmed what I thought. I should just take them back. I should say I sat down and the crotch ripped. Since we agreed, the subject changed. As we were talking, I saw a woman in a fur coat walking a chow. Normally, I would have avoided the dog, since dogs seem to be ornery around anything on wheels. I wasn't paying attention because I was on the phone. As I passed, the dog jumped up at me. I felt impact, but ignored it. Fifty feet up the road, I realized the dog had bitten a hole in my pants.
I was flabbergasted. I was about to return these pants and now I had a hole in the leg that I couldn't explain. I cursed a lot while my mom laughed. I yelled at the lady, but she didn't even turn around. I decided that I'd try to return them anyway. I skated home, took a shower, and got ready to trudge back into the mall.
When I got back to the Gap, I simply told them that I went for a walk, sat down, and the crotch split. They had no reason to believe me. It was a major seam failure. I think the giant hole was enough to distract them from the dog bite hole, as that was never brought up. They refunded my card, and I bought a new pair, which is what I wanted.
In the end, it all worked out.
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