Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Just when they were about to get broken in...

As I told you yesterday, I ripped the crotch out on my scrub pants. Unfortunately, this was one of only 2 pairs of scrubs I wear to work. We are required to wear navy blue, and the hospital provided 2 pairs, plus I had a pair before I started working there, but they are too big for me, and they sag all over. Consequently, I have worn each of my scrubs a minimum of once a week for over a year, and many weeks I've worn them twice in one week. I had been considering breaking loose and buying a few extra pairs, but yesterday's debacle has pushed that into a must-do tomorrow since I work Thursday and Friday, and I have no desire to wash laundry Thursday night.

I have always kept my pants until they are completely worn out. I had a pair of acid washed jeans in high school that I L-O-V-E-D. I wore them every chance I got. Eventually, they started to wear out, so I changed them to "every day" jeans. I wore them to help Dad build fence, work cattle, etc.

Well, one bright morning we were planning to gather cattle. A family that lived nearby was helping us. We loaded our horses into the trailer and headed out. We arrived at the pasture, checked our cinches and began to mount up. I lifted my left knee and it ripped out. "Well darn," I thought to myself, "I hope I don't rub a sore on my knee." (I never wore chaps in my life.) I continued to mount, and just as I swung my right leg over the saddle. A horrible ripping sound filled the air, and I felt a distinct cool sensation across my backside. I had ripped the entire seat out of my pants!

Talk about embarrassed! I was horrified. I remember everyone got a huge laugh at my expense. Well, to say the least, I was no longer concerned about rubbing a raw spot on my knee!

3 comments:

Sarah Castor said...

Haha! I have herd this story before! Great one it is!

Dawn said...

Aren't you so glad to be a source of entertainment!

Marilyn said...

I have a new embarressing moment. I may write a blog on it.