Dear $150 dress pants,
You’re awesome and you are made up of incredible fabric. If happiness could be made into pants, that’s the fabric they’d use to make happy pants. I think you’re great.
Why’d you have to rip all the way from my waist to my knees? Why’d you get caught on the arm of the chair when I sat down? In the middle of the work day! Why’d I take public transportation today instead of driving? Why do I have an appointment after work which requires walking and talking to serious people?
I don’t think myself a victim to fate…but…yeah, this sorta sucks.