Just my luck. . .

There are some people that just don't have any luck. I am one of those people. If a car drives through a mud puddle and there are pedestrians standing on the sidewalk, I am the only one to get hit by the water. If a sidewalk is uneven, I am the one to trip on it. If there is food on the chair of a restaurant I am the one to sit in it. If there is one hamburger not fully cooked I am the only one to get it. Today my luck struck again.
I have a pair of jeans that had a tear by the left rear pocket, and me being the cheap, penny pinching woman that I am, decided that they could still be worn. Not to mention that jeans with holes in them are quite stylish, so my 'wear it until it falls apart' attitude is now mainstream. My mistake. I had to take Wil to his Christmas program rehearsal at church today. I decided to wear these perfectly worn jeans not suspecting anything. Once at the church I sat down in the pew and felt the slight tear near my bum. I checked and it wasn't bad. Just a half inch slit. I'm still stylin'. Then during rehearsal I left with my friend to go to Wal-Mart. As I was getting into her car . . . 'RIP'. They tore all the way down to the bottom of my bum. Of course me being me, I got into the car and said let's go. As I got out of the car I noticed there was quite a bit of a draft. I held my shirt down as low as possible as we walked into the store. I went immediately to the clothing department, found a pair of jeans, and then briskly walked. . . no . . . it was more of a gait. It's hard to walk and hold something while trying to hold down your shirt to cover your rear. I am not a multi-tasker. The wonderful thing is that at the new Wal-Mart (out south) you can pay for items at the fitting rooms. So I put on the jeans, paid for them, and gave the lady my ripped ones. I'm sure she got a laugh out of it. It's a good thing that I'm used to my luck. I don't even get embarrassed anymore. I must admit though, that it does frustrate me when I see other people wear clothing that is vintage or ripped all up and nothing ever happens to them. Come to think of it I've had new clothing do the same thing. When I was 18 I went to semi-formal with my boyfriend and the strap to my dress broke. That was a lot of fun! Thankfully someone there had a safety pin. I've had heels on shoes break before too! I think maybe that is why I'm not into fashion. Clothes just don't like me, not only do they not flatter me, but they don't even like to stay on me. . . that is, in one piece.