I went to the bathroom this afternoon just before I left work. As I was finishing up at the urinal, one of my coworkers sidled up to the other urinal and went about his business. I zipped up my fly and my fingers went to feel for the button to button up the top, but as I did this I hear a clink in the urinal. I looked down and there is the button of my brand new pants sitting in this porcelain urinary track we call a urinal. I muttered some obscenity and my coworker laughed, turned his head and said, “Time to go fishin’!” -_-
I managed to get the button out and furiously washed it in the sink (and washed my hands three times!). This was the third time I had worn these pants. What a kick in the junk!