When I got home from a brief outing today, I noticed that my fly was unzipped. I am at the age and the pants were of a design where it caused me virtually no distress at all. Then the universe threw in some synchronicity to keep Ramana reading. I just ran across this headline for NBCNews.com:
An estimated 17,616 people wound up in U.S. emergency rooms between 2002 and 2012 because they caught their genitals, almost always penises, in zippers, according to a new study.
So, I wasn’t being careless when I didn’t pull up the zipper. I was being careful. And where do I get one of those lungis?