Okay. Maybe the pants really looked like this:
They returned minutes later, just in time for the movie, and sat down to enjoy the show.
The rotund pair of pants and her daughter ran many errands after the movie. They went to the Home Depot. To Sam's Club. Even to the Target. Stores where, to their delight, they ran into no less than FOUR of their acquaintances over the course of the afternoon.
It was not until about ten o'clock that evening that our rotund pair of pants discovered the ill-placed junior mints. Her expression was something like this:
When her sensitive Husband found out about her misfortune, he showed her all the sympathy he was capable of.
Her children found the predicament as funny as did their father.
The moral of the story is this:
Naturally, the owner of the rotund (and now very stained) pants found very little humor in the situation.
There is no moral. It's just one more Story of Shame to add to my ever-growing collection. Which, sadly, as my friend Kathy asked me the other night, are all true.