this amarycan life

So I walked to the gym, took a spin class in a room full of mirrors, made small talk with strangers and heartily patted myself on the back for having my shit so together. Then, as I went to leave, I realized my shorts—the kind with built-in underwear—had been inside-out the entire time.

The droplet of dignity I have left forbids me from posting a picture, so you’ll just have to imagine the monochromatic diaper-over-shorts-looking getup I was sporting as I furiously pedaled in place. Sigh.