When I was in elementary school, I went to the bathroom on what seemed like a normal morning. Only when I pulled down my underpants to facilitate my pee, an extra pair of underpants fell to the floor.
More recently (four days ago to be precise) I put on a pair of underwear and followed with a pair of jeans. They felt a bit odd at first, as if a piece of the denim had folded up underneath itself. I shook my leg a bit, so as to un-stick the material and allow it to align itself properly. But after a few waves of my foot, a spare pair of underwear exited the hole where my ankle appeared at the bottom of the pants.
Shouldn't I have learned to dress myself by now?
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Same thing happened to me in middle school. But, um, now I know how to dress myself. More or less.
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