After several months of thinning thread threats, it has happened.
The Pants of 30 have a hole in them, an honest-to-gosh hole on the left inner thigh. And when did this hole truly reveal itself? That's right, it became noticeable right before I had to teach the middle school acting class.
Now, I've worn shirts and pants that reveal my midriff upon stretching, but allowing a portion of one's inner thigh to be visible—particularly a portion that is generally covered by clothing regardless of social status—well, that just won't do.
I censored the area with a strip of blue tape and headed back to the ed office. "Hey," I said, sashaying my leg over the desk, "is this better or worse than just the hole?"
It was deemed that one piece of tape was less appropriate, but that two pieces of tape forming an "x" over the hole would be fine. And it was. Not one of my students said "hey, do you have a hole in your pants?" or "uh, you have a hole in your pants" or even "what's under that tape?" Not one middle school mind thought that the blue tape x was hiding anything at all. Why?
It is something I would do.
Posted by Ida at January 22, 2003 10:14 PM