I was running low on food this afternoon, so I decided to take a quick trip to a popular bakeshop. Because the place is just a five-minute drive away, I didn't bother to change clothes. I headed out wearing slippers, shorts, and a faded old T-shirt.

When I got to the shop, I mindlessly tossed my car key into my shorts' left pocket along with my wallet. As I walked around checking out the cakes and pastries on display, I suddenly felt something hard against my left thigh. Turned out that there was a small hole in my pocket, and the key slipped halfway through it. It didn't fall all the way to the floor only because the key chain was too big for the hole.

The dangling key was getting uncomfortable, so I reached into my pocket and tried to pull it out. It was stuck--the keyring somehow got snagged on the fabric. I pulled harder, but it just wouldn't budge. I pulled again and again, until I abruptly realized that I was a poorly-dressed dude with one hand in his shorts pulling up and down furiously in the middle of a busy shop. God, I probably looked like a total pervert. I didn't want to creep out the other customers and get kicked out of the place, so I reluctantly stopped.

I grabbed some edible stuff and limped backed to my car, with the key mockingly slapping my leg every step of the way. When I got to where no one could see me, I reached into my pocket and gave it one last hard pull.

With the sound of fabric tearing and my wallet hitting the floor, my key was free at last. And my pocket was no longer a pocket--I can't legally call it that if it can't even hold something as big as a wallet. It's now just a gaping hole on the side of my shorts. Yay. Life sucks.

But I did get the chocolate cake I wanted, so I guess this little story of mine did have a happy ending after all.