Your fly is down

Early in our marriage, my wife and I went shopping. I needed shoes, and she needed school supplies, so we decided to split up. I went off to find shoes, back when the salesperson actually fitted them for you while you sat and relaxed. I visited three stores, tried on a bunch of shoes, and finally found the perfect pair.

When I met up with my wife, she casually said, “Your fly is down.” I froze for a second and realized I hadn’t noticed that my zipper was wide open. The thought of it hit me—during all those shoe fittings, the salespeople must have had a front-row seat to my underwear, but they were too polite to say anything. I mean, I’m sure they saw it, but no one said a word. Back then, I only wore white briefs. A perfectly framed image.

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