My pet fly

Yesterday was off the charts in terms of peculiaritynessity. I got off work on time. Upon getting on the train and choosing my seat, I looked around and saw strangers talking to one another. And not the usual “Scuse me sir, but your hand is in my pants” or “Pardon me, but may I trouble you for all your belongings that you have on hand?” …but actual conversation!

And my mobile MiniGolf game was way off par (usually it’s spot on, much to the amazement of everyone around me). I figured I slipped into a parallel universe, but after getting off the train I came to the harsh realization of what was going on.

Upon looking down at myself, I realized that, sure enough, my fly was wide open. Had I known that my open fly would have been a catalyst for such unorthodox activities, I would have been more careful.

So if you noticed anything strange yesterday, that was just me and my open fly. Carry on