Regular readers of this blog will note that I had a "smallish" hole in my bike shorts--which turned into a "biggish" hole--a few weeks ago. Didn't think it was that outrageous until a few people noticed and I was embarrassed mightily.
Well, if history don't repeat itself!
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The other night at Spin class I had on an old pair that was slightly worn around the edges. After class, a kind woman who had been spinning behind me discreetly told me I had--yes--holes in them. I told her the woeful tale from a few weeks ago. We laughed about it. Then I went home and threw these away.
This latest mishap is somewhat better than the last time because Spin class happens inside. It's somewhat dark, and the only person or persons who could see the holes were right behind me.
Apologies to them!, but at least I wasn't mooning the whole world like last time.