Hello, Mr․ Backward-Pants.

I was in a hurry to dress up this afternoon because I had to go and buy a stapler (the crapiness of which I chronicle in another article) and in my hurry I forgot to ascertain whether the tag on my pants was facing the right direction.

I only realised that my pants were on the wrong way when I tried to pocket my hands inside the hardware store. It’s kind of tricky putting your hands inside pockets that are facing the wrong way — you should try it some time.

Luckily I was wearing a shirt that was long enough to conceal my ignorance. My ignorance in regards to my pants, at least.