Why is everyone looking at me? By Juan Juan

I was a teenager and had been out very late the night before. I had to get up early in order to make it to my weekly piano lesson. So, I got dressed in a rush. I didn't think much about the fact that I put on the same jeans that I had worn the night before.

As I was walking to my piano teacher's house, I got this strange feeling that people were looking at me. I checked my fly...it was up. Was my hair a mess, no?

I told myself that it was just my imagination and kept going.

When I got to my piano lesson my teacher started laughing. She pointed at my feet. To my horror I saw that my pink underwear that I had worn the night before was hanging out the bottom of my pantleg! How embarrassing!

in Ottawa, ON, Canada


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