I forgot about this till I read patrick’s post, but the apartment I lived in years ago only allowed you to do laundry on a day that was assigned to you, working so much I missed my day and was out of everything, so put on a pair of cut off jeans and T, then headed to the laundry mat.
Was good cause i could use 4 machines and get it over with, was really hot in there with all the machines running. there were a couple of women in their doing theirs and sitting there waiting while giggling away the whole time, started to find it uncomfortable because I could see nothing funny going on but felt they were talking about me. Finished laundry, went home, ran to the bathroom right away, dropped my shorts and the answer for the giggling was there.
The seem on my shorts had split and I was mooning the gals every time I bent over the dryers.