Always listen to your Mother
Consider yourself fortunate if you didn’t see me Friday afternoon. At some point, while I was at work, I ripped the pocket out of the back of my favorite pair of Levi’s 519s.
Unwrapped as I was, I wrapped up work, sitting as much as I could and generally backing away from co-workers during hallway conversations. I did fit in with a couple of different, new to me, crowds while I was on the bus and walking up Pike to my little Condo on the Corner of Chaos.
Let this be a lesson: always listen to your Mother, always wear underwear and always wear clean underwear.