I take great pride in keeping my fly up.
I even feel sorry for guys that forget to zip up their pants.
Well, today, it was my turn.
Like every humid Cayman morning, it’s a wild rush to get three kids and two adults ready, in a car, and on our commute before the wave of traffic floods towards downtown.
I threw on my khakis, shirt, socks, shoes, but I forgot to close the front door one might say.
It wasn’t until my first period class (already an hour at school) as I wrote on the board that I realized I wasn’t fully zipped, and smoothly yet quickly zipped it up.
