Embarrased In All My Glory

I just bought this really nice pair of jeans, cost me a lot *to me it was a lot*, I don't wear it any how oh but yesterday's trip warranted a jean feature. I did and unfortunately for me i don't have car but I will some day, very soon, hopefully but due to my transport status I have to join the other millions of Nigerians who use "danfo" and yes I jump bus and bike (sue me).

I entered this bus and the guy beside me kept nudging me, smiling and winking, he was talking to me in situations like that this, I go into mute mode with my phone listening to music, a device I'm thankful for, helps me ignore pedophiles and psychopaths.

As I got down from the bus in all my awesomeness, I heard a sound like a cloth being ripped, at first I was like *eiyah* to the unfortunate victim until I felt breeze caressing my bare skin at the back immediately and simultaneously my heart started palpitating and my knees began wobble in shock and dismay as I realized it was my jeans.

At that precise moment I wished I would disappear into thin air, unfortunately things didn't work that way I'm still recovering from this  experience *tears*.