At the beginning of a shift working as a line cook i was bending down to get something from the bottom shelf in the walk in and I tore my pants ass wide open. Like a total blow out that went down to my inner thigh.

Problem was that since working in a kitchen is so fucking hot, I had taken to working commando every shift. I peeked out the walkin and asked a coworker to get me a 2nd apron. I wrapped it around my ass and took off out the back door, got in my car, and drove down to the goodwill that was fortunately still open.

I grabbed the first pants I found that would fit and went to pay but there was a huge line at the register. I told the person at the register that my pants exploded at work and I needed to pay right now and get back asap. She opened a 2nd register and checked me out.

Anyways that's the story of why I always have pants in my car now.