No..I didn't make a bomb out of a pen, rubber band and some play dough. Nothing so fancy for me.
Just a paper clip and a broken zipper.
The zipper on my pants busted and down went the fly right in the middle of the store! Good thing I was wearing a long shirt. I was soo bummed. I was feeling all good about myself losing 11 lbs and that the jeans fit and felt comfortable. Before I couldn't pull them closed and now they closed and zipped, and were a bit tight on the tummy but I had no other options left.
My other 2 pair of jeans have holes in the thighs where my legs rubbed together and wore out, and one of them also has torn, shredded pant cuffs from a case of "being too short for my own good."
We were changing out signs today too so there was a lot of lifting arms, and shirts raising up past the halfway point of my broken zipper. Meaning that EVERYONE could see...well...you know. Emily couldn't find a safety pin, and I wasn't really eager to put one on and have it pop open and stab me. I mean its just a tiny piece of metal with a VERY sharp point and I'm gonna ask it to hold up my busted zipper, under extreme pressure from my notshrinkingmidsection? Whatever. Even I know its a dumb idea.
I spotted a medium paper clip and grabbed it and ran off to the bathroom. It took me a bit to figure out how to make this work. I wound up sticking the metal through the zipper, and into the button hole, and around the button, where I twisted the pieces of metal tight. The whole process took me about 8 minutes to get it right. By this time, I'm sweaty, in tears, and frustrated.
I had to bend it downward best I could, but there wasn't much room to do it so I had to hold it each time I had to bend and pick something up. Naturaly we were busy and had lots of messy people dropping stuff. I kept forgetting and jabbing myself in the belly.
Last major obstacle? Bathroom...how on earth was I gonna manage this? I'd have to undo, and redo this stupid contraption each time I had to go! I resolved (at 10 am) Not to drink anything so I wouldn't have to pee.
I kind of forgot that later, and chugged half a bottle of water! Yikes! I managed to hold it till 2pm. I was ready to bolt and my manager asked me to stay a couple extra minutes so she could eat an orange. Oh man....okay hurry please!
Made it home and making up for lost time with the water. So thirsty, but more embarassed. So much for old clothes fitting well.