In university I was working at Kmart. I was setting up a display case and *RIP*, there go the dress pants. The customers around me heard it and looked over, so I quickly backed into the stock room.Hrm. What to do. I tried calling home for someone to bring me out a new pair of pants, but nobody was home. Then there was a call from the front desk "Someone from dept 65 to the front desk". Well, that evening, I *WAS* dept 65.
I had about 5 minutes before the store manager would come track me down and rip me a new one (I was not on his good side already). So I took the pants off, folded one ripped side inside the other. Then I found the smallest plastic stringers, you know those "I"-shaped stringers for holding price tags on and stringed the two layers together. It looked weird, but at least my ass wasn't falling out of my pants.
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