sunday march 22

today i was riding a bus down lansdowne and noticed while i was sitting there that i’d left my fly open when i left my house. sometimes, the act of zipping up your fly is more egregious than simply leaving it down, and i feel like that was the case in this instance, since i would’ve had to sort of lean back and make a big show of fixing it. instead, i covered it up by very casually keeping my hands in my lap, then made sure when i got off the bus that my jacket pulled down just far enough to cover it up. i ended up finally fixing it about 10 minutes after i first noticed it, when i finally got a minute to myself after placing my takeout order in mother india.