The almost cheek(s) of I

I recently wrote about a woman who accidental found herself trouserless in Wellington. I unintentionally got new insight into how this could have happened through personal experience.

But first some background. The company I work for was recently taken over by new owners. Life started to become stressful. I, like Forest Gump, reacted to the stress by starting to run. Every other morning I would be out, putting in the distance. There was an unintended consequence - I started to loose weight. In hind site I admit that I may have been a little plump. 20 kilogrammes lighter, my trousers now need a belt to hold them up. And it was this belt that almost caused my accidental undressing.

I was at the cobbler, picking up my patched running shoes when I decided that the belt that holds up my trousers needed an extra hole cut into it. Without thinking, running shoes in one hand, I undid the buckle, stylishly pulled the belt out and triumphantly brandished it above the counter with the other hand.

And then I too started to feel the slow slide of my trousers as gravity bit. A flashback of pale blue cotton knickers framed itself in my mind. Luckily my hands were not as fully occupied. With an Elvis like split and a rapid grab I managed to prevent personal embarrassment. But I now understand at least one possible driver behind the falling of the pants.

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