Wardrobe malfunctions don’t just happen to the likes of Anne Curtis or Janet Jackson. Whether you are young, old, boy, girl, celebrity or not, this unfortunate and most of the time embarrassing ordeal happens to everyone. As a matter of fact, I just had one. No, I was not performing vigorously onstage amidst hundreds of screaming fans nor was I aimlessly unwinding by the beach. However, the madlang people were there to witness it. No, I was not on Showtime. Stop guessing! Here’s how it happened...Before going home, I stopped by the school’s restroom to take a leak. Then, I headed out of the campus and after a good 10 minute walk from Mapua and through the historical streets of Intramuros, I arrived at the loading station in front of the Manila City hall. I also waited for the Makati/ Ayala bound bus for about 15 minutes. I boarded the bus and as I sat down, my wide-open fly greeted me inelegantly.
Oh, crap! Did I just march around the heart of Manila with my zipper all the way down? My goodness! Did I just expose my junk and tighty whities out on public? I cannot believe how I didn’t notice it. In the span of 25 minutes, people may have presumed that I was a pervert; walking around giving everyone a peep show.
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