This one’s a true work story, apart from the phallus being exposed. I’m pretty sure my fly is down 90% of the time anyway. The amount of times I’ve been mooching down the road and noticed it down has got to be way higher than the national average. Then I always get the dilemma of just going with it, and walking proud, or scoot around to face away from the world and look like I’m being inappropriate with myself in public. So I generally make a big show of it. Throwing my hands up in the air in theatrical shock and saying stiltedly “Oh no! My Fly is down” then going in with mock ham handedness so everyone can see exactly what I’m doing while drawing maximum attention to the Faux pas zone. I think I might just start wearing running pants to work.
Your move Matt. Also Plibblesticks is annoying to remember.