You’re teaching class, standing up in front of 60 undergrads, and about ten minutes afterwards realize that your fly was down the whole time. And after the realization you’re not even embarrassed.
But I am pretty glad that today’s the last day of classes. If one is going to teach with one’s zipper unzipped, the final day of the quarter is a good time to do it.
french vanilla, french-cut green beans, french fries, french hotels, french pastries, french metro, french toast, french water, french cheese, french tea, french lace, french kitty, french film, french surnames, french bookstores, french chocolate (esp when served by sexy Brazilian men on the Rue Cler) and, of course, french kisses!
OoLaLa!
