The day My Outfit Betrayed Me

Funny Story. I don't like sharing it with anyone because it has happened to me on numerous occasions.

On a Sunday, I had to go to church, and there were these two outfits that I wanted to wear. I had issues deciding which one I wanted, so I ended up picking one of them. I ironed it and wore it to church. I took a bike to the church, and as I got off the bike, my trousers tore from the back down to the region of the anus, which was visible to anyone who saw me. Out of embarrassment, I asked the guy with the bike to take me home, which he did, and then I went to change.

The second outfit I decided to take wasn't ironed, and worse, the power (electricity) had gone out. Out of anger, I wore it, not minding the outfit was rumpled. I didn't care anymore, as long as my body got to the church; I'm okay with it, or so I thought. During the Mass, I played the drums, so I didn't know when the armpit of the cloth tore, and I was brought to my attention by the lady I was crushing on in the choir.
Hey, your cloth is torn at the armpit. I felt as if the ground should open and swallow me. I couldn't concentrate at church; I couldn't play the band with freedom anymore. Why? Because the lady is at the front, she sings the first part in the choir.
After the church, she met me and said, 'Is this how you want to walk up to me telling me about the relationship? First, fix your outfit before walking up to me.' When I got home,

I turned the cloth into a rag for cleaning. I hated myself that day. Most times this thing tends to occur, and it happens every day in our outfit. It might be the shirts or trousers, and it gives us signs, but we are too stubborn to notice the signs.

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