Going Commando With My Fly Down - Amy Brooks

Ahh yes my mother would be so proud.  I have always maintained that attention to detail just isn't my strength, but this, well this story is above and beyond that.

So my 2 little kids go to their Dad's every other Wednesday night.  On Thursday mornings I pick them up at Quebrada Coffee Shop in Wellesley and I'm always late.  This morning was no different. I woke up late, and in my scramble to find clothes, and in the essence of time, I decided to go commando and just throw jeans on.  Well, to my delight, traffic was on the lighter side so in my rush I found myself arriving early. Excellent!  I've got time to run in and grab a coffee!  And here's where it gets good.

I'm standing in line with my hands in my jeans pockets and the man in front of me who had turned around a couple of times to give me the once over (I was like wow, this guy is totally checking me out and I haven't even showered yet today).

Finally the man said "Umm, Miss...your fly is down."

As the words were forming on his lips I became startlingly aware of the cool breeze I was feeling in my nether region.

Oh yeah, I'm not wearing underwear!!!    

"Thank you...sir" I say.

He winks and says "The pleasure's mine"

Least he coulda done was buy me a coffee. 

TUXEDO - AUGUST 3: A latte and 'The New York Times' newspaper at Dottie Audrey's Bakery/Kitchen on August 3, 2016 in Tuxedo, NY. (Photo by Waring Abbott/Getty Images)