Back when I lived in an apartment, I was tossing out a box of old magazines. When I bent down to pick it up, I must have popped the button on my shorts. As I walked across the parking lot to the dumpster, I could feel the shorts starting to slip. I didn't want to set the box down, besides the same thing would keep happening, so I tried to make it walking kinda bow-legged and real quick letting go of one side of the box and trying to hitch up my shorts. Of course it didn't work, and about ten feet before the dumpster the shorts fell to my ankles and I had to "penguin walk" the rest of the way with my tidy whities there for everyone to see...and it seems that everyone did see. Weeks later, people were still laughing at me.