It didn’t happen on national television before millions of viewers, and it didn’t involve a nipple.
But this week, I had a wardrobe malfunction.
The fly on my slacks broke.
At home, that’s an easy fix. You simply change clothes.
At work, it’s downright embarrassing.
I spent half the day figuring out how not to look perverted.
At my seat, I was fine, the breach hidden by a desk. Walking around, though, was troublesome.
Untucking my shirt helped. To supplement the coverage, I used props such as books or newspapers.
The day ended with my secret safe.