MOCAŠ
MB Enthusiast
This morning, for what must be the fifth time in the past week or so, I found that I had left the house without doing up my trouser fly. Thankfully on each occasion I was sporting perfectly adequate underwear that was more than capable of restraining the beast within, although I fear this may also have accounted for the lack of any nether-region breeze that might have provided an early warning of my predicament.
Instead, I only became aware of the gape upon sitting down for the first time, and while I have no Idea as to how many onlookers may have noticed by that time, I am consoling myself with the thought that I will at least have inadvertently brought a little cheer to their morning ritual. One worry, of course, is that if the same person has seen me on more than one such occasion, they will perhaps have formed the opinion that I have adopted the open-cave look as some kind of perverted fashion statement. But hey, life's too short for such concerns.
However, I would be interested to hear what the forum's panel of resident amateur behavioural psychologists make of this recent development. Is this how it's going to be as I enter my twilight years? As time goes on, will other things start to escape my attention as I leave the house? I mean, I've always been dreadfully absent minded, but never in this respect until now. Or is there perhaps some deep-rooted psychological explanation I need to be aware of? A subconscious mating ritual, perhaps?
Instead, I only became aware of the gape upon sitting down for the first time, and while I have no Idea as to how many onlookers may have noticed by that time, I am consoling myself with the thought that I will at least have inadvertently brought a little cheer to their morning ritual. One worry, of course, is that if the same person has seen me on more than one such occasion, they will perhaps have formed the opinion that I have adopted the open-cave look as some kind of perverted fashion statement. But hey, life's too short for such concerns.
However, I would be interested to hear what the forum's panel of resident amateur behavioural psychologists make of this recent development. Is this how it's going to be as I enter my twilight years? As time goes on, will other things start to escape my attention as I leave the house? I mean, I've always been dreadfully absent minded, but never in this respect until now. Or is there perhaps some deep-rooted psychological explanation I need to be aware of? A subconscious mating ritual, perhaps?
