This is completely false. Everyone’s mother always tells them to have on clean underpants in case of emergency. What better way to follow a parent’s loving advice than to covertly carry an extra pair with you?
Heh, I worked in a department store back in the day, and some co-workers issued me a last minute invitation to go hit golf balls with them after work. Well, that sure sounded like fun, but the clothes and shoes I was wearing were just not going to work for golf (high heels, short skirt, jacket) so I decided to go downstairs to the ladies department and treat myself to a new outfit, since I needed some new clothes anyway.
I picked out a new pair of jeans, a cute top to go with, some socks, and a new pair of sneakers. They only had one more pair of sneakers in my size in the color I wanted, and it was closing time, so I grabbed them, tossed the clothes and shoebox in my car, and headed over to the driving range, where I planned to change in the ladies room there.
The jeans fit. The top fit. The socks were fine. No problem. Except apparently I had grabbed the box that the display shoe had come from. There was only a left shoe, no right.
So… it was jeans, socks, and high heels for golf that night, since bare feet and socks were not permitted. :")
I’ve posted about my sister doing this. She has created for herself an unofficial uniform for work. She wears the same style of black pants every single day, and simple solid color tops. She could not figure out why one day colleagues were commenting “Hey, new pants?” Eventually one of the nicer ones clued her in.
I have done many similar things but I work alone. In fact last week I noticed an unzipped fly only after getting into my car. No telling how long it had been like that. I have one sort of serious task each week. On those days I’ve taken to always selecting black underwear to wear with my black pants.
I once noticed a woman standing outside a church talking to someone. She was wearing a beautiful dress, so when I passed her I turned around to see the back of it. Guess what? It had a split skirt, half of which was stuck into her pantyhose.
What does one do in such situations. I waited until she had finished her discussion and the man went away, then went up to her and said very softly “Excuse me, but I think you’d want to know. The back of your skirt is caught in your pantyhose.”
She walks over to a car and checks it out in the rear view mirror. The lady in question has a skin tone the color of coffee with a little cream in it, but I see her blushing. She stands with her back to the car, doing a little side-to-side motion and pulling her skirt out of her pantyhose, all the while saying “THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH.”
I say “I didn’t think you wanted to walk into church like that.” I passed up a chance to say something about God not liking half-assed people.
This is the very faux pas I came into report! I can’t remember the circumstances exactly, but I know it has happened to me.
Re: the OP, in my household, an open fly is greeted with a rousing chorus of:
Zip up your doo-dah, don’t be risque!
My, oh my, what a thing to display!
Plenty of people looking your way.
Zip up your doo-dah, it’s cold out today!
My personal favorite, though, is “Security breach at Los Pantalones!”
I discovered a pair of panties (Mom or Sisters?) stuck in the leg of my jeans in High School. After discreetly sliding them into my pocket I worried for the rest of the class about how I would get them home undiscovered, before it dawned on me to just throw them away. I was pretty sure everyone would understand.
I likey.
Also: “Going fishing?”
I think my neighbour from my childhood had the best response to finding out his fly was open; “So don’t look then!” 
I went through my entire work morning once, from taking public transit to work at 7am, finally taking a break and going to the bathroom at noon. There, I found in the mirror I still had a piece of tissue stuck to my forehead where I had popped a honker of a bleeding zit that morning at home. I took it as a testament to how accepting we are of co-workers and their oddities.
I had been at work for about an hour once when a co-worker asked if I knew my shirt was on inside-out (not a dress shirt, obviously).
So when the hangar door was open, was your pitot tube sticking out?
When I find a shoe that fits well (I have terrible interior pronation) I get more than one pair; I made it through a work day in a dark green shoe and a dark blue shoe. Hooray for desk jobs.
Also, I drove from Columbus, Ohio to my folks in NC w/ what I thought was a tag itching my lowest lower back but it was really a paper ass gasket from the McDonald’s I’d stopped at for a pee break. But no one saw my shame, huzzah!
For the record, as I did my final mirror check this morning, I did notice the gaping fly, so I was definitely zipped before I left the house today.
Apparently, I’m not too young to be this forgetful.
A friend of mine’s Kotex fell out when she was stepping down out of the school bus. She literally kicked it under the bus.
Does she win?
The prize for biggest vagina at Herman Melville Junior High? Yes.
But it had been applied to, not in. Back when girls weren’t allowed to wear pants.
What the hell is an ass gasket…?
Is it that paper thingie you put on the toilet seat before you sit down?
That’s what they are called?
Hahahahahaaaahaha. :D:D
Sorry…that just cracked me up!
Ass gasket…hahahahahhhhahahaaa.
Exactly. I suppose calling it paper is redundant, what else would they make something flushable out of? Potato skins?
Worst case of barn door I ever experienced was, of course, in class. Understand, I teach. Seniors file in, I take my place in the front of the class. They are chattering, so I say “Zip it!” They lose it completely. I’m starting to get pissed when my TA passes me a note that informs me of my lack of closure.
Oops.
Luckily it hadn’t been that way all day. Just since I hit the Gents between classes.