Pusted Bants at Preakfast

WARNING: Disturbing imagery ahead-- read on at your own peril

Yesterday, was our 'halfversary'. Peter and I celebrate our halfversary in lieu of Valentines Day. We started off by having breakfast at one of our favorite spots, Cafe du Parc. Cafe du Parc has a great 'french country buffet' breakfast.

I'm happily at the buffet scooping the next round of to-die-for chocolate croissants, and fresh fruit onto my plate when a waitress approaches me. She says (very seriously) "I have to tell you something....you might know ... but maybe you do not, and I would want to know so I think you should know" I interrupt her rambling to say an encouraging yet confused "okay" and she says "your pants have a cut" and so I look down at my pants trying to discover this 'cut' and she says "Behind. Your pants are cut behind." I stare at her with a blank look completely confused then I realize she's saying my bum is exposed.

I start spinning around like those idiotic dogs chasing their own tail trying to catch a glimpse of this 'cut'. After about 5 spins I realize the effort is futil-- I can't actually see my own bum that well. And I'm just drawing attention to myself by spinning around like a fool. I finish piling the croissants on my plate (some tasks must be completed in any circumstances) and do a sort of crab-walk come shimmy-shuffle thing back to our table keeping my bum facing the wall. Once I get back to our table and I sit down completely MORTIFIED . Peter tries to tell me it can't be that bad, but I refuse to get up again. I have visions of my cheeks flapping in the breeze. Peter spends the rest of breakfast taking my buffet orders.

I look around the room and only manage to console myself by saying I probably have the cutest cheeks in the room. As it is a weekday the rest of the crowd is business men in their 50-60's--most of whom seem too absorbed in their conversations about the Stimulus to notice aanyone else in the room.

I wore my coat out of the restaurant and immediately bought a sewing kit to sew up this 'cut.' For the record the cut was actually a TINY rip, I doubt anyone but that waitress noticed and I'm actually surprised that she did. However that being said, I do owe her a thanks. Thank you, Waitress! Thank you for catching it early before the pants ripped even further and I wore them to a party with a cheek flapping in the breeze.