I don't take the stairs at work, which you may want to judge me for once you find out that my office is on the third floor. I also don't take the stairs at the Bart station, which is really only two flights of stairs. But listen people!
I have a really good reason for this: I have made it a personal objective to stop flashing my butt crack at every lucky stranger I encounter through my day, and my work pants have gotten way too big.
Hence! When I walk up stairs, my pants fall down.
And! My hands are usually full. I have to have my fastpass out to put in the machine thingy, and I have my coffee (which I WONT give up, especially since I just found out that coffee drinkers kill themselves only 1/2 as often as tea-totalers do -> coffee = life-saving-necessity)
So! I can't pull them up.
Double Hence! Buttcrack for all of San Francisco.
Which, if you think about it, is really awesome. Cuz that means that since I bought all my work clothes back in May, I have gotten skinnier! And now cannot take the stairs...which means I'll probably get fat again...which means my pants will fit! And I can wait another year before I have to wander into H&M again. So is this a good thing? Or a bad thing? I can't tell. All I know is that if you want to see my buttcrack from now on, you can get to know me on the elevator/escalator and maybe, if I like you, I'll give you a little peek.
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