so, as i was closing the button of my very old (to-china-and-back) pair of khaki shorts in the loo this afternoon, the most awful thing happened: the button fell off. did i wear a belt today? no. so i zipped up, strategically pulled my polo down to hide the buttonless-fly (praying hard that the zipper held), and went back into my office.
i then proceeded to the costume shop. i found our friendly neighborhood rafael jaen, award-winning costume designer to the stars, and explained my predicament to him. he guided me to a treasure trove of needles and found a pre-waxed thread that matched my shorts exactly. i threaded the needle, tied a knot, and fled to the restroom on that floor (slowly, of course — don’t want that zipper to fall).
alone in the small halogen-lit men’s room, i sewed the button back onto my shorts while they were still on (where was i to put them?), praying now all the while that i didn’t accidentally stick myself with the pin (that’s a rather sensitive area, don’t ya know).
i finished sewing, snipped the thread, and ran out of the shop as fast as i can.
now i’m going to go pick up my paycheck and forget this ever happened.
