This last Sunday I visited a new prospect for a church home. The service was wonderful. The congregation was lovely. I did enjoy myself. After the service my wife, my son and his family and I went to Costco. After an hour or so of shopping, sampling and gawking I excused myself to go to the front of the store and wait for the others. As I departed my wife called me back and said "Don't put your hands in your pants pockets". As i looked at her quizzically she explained. "The seat of you pants is ripped and when you put your hands in your pockets it pull the seam open".
Only somewhat embarrassed I put on my coat and walked to the front of the store. After sitting down, with my back against the wall, I investigated my dilemma. OMG - the rear seam of my trousers was non-existent until 2 inches below the belt line. Furthermore, I had put on a pair of religious underwear - wholly, wholly, wholly . Need I say that the continental divide of my glutius maximus was on a rather full display.
I do remember, at church, something bumping my backside. I turn to apologize and the dearest 80 something "lady" just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye. I really liked that church too.
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