A Dickensian moment

[sawyl]

This morning, we went for coffee as usual and I bought a can from the vending machine. I dropped the change into my right-hand pocket, as I normally do, forgetting that I was wearing a pair of cargoes whose pockets have seen better days. Rather embarrassingly, the change promptly fell through a two inch hole in my pocket, down my trouser leg and spilt all over the floor. Needless to say, doctor_squale mocked me ruthlessly, comparing me to some poor Dickensian urchin, unable to afford a pair of non-holey trousers.

But the truth is even more shameful. Due to my recent work/study crisis, I've failed to do my laundry two weeks in a row and consequently, I have almost no clean clothes. Unless I get my act together in the next few days, I'll be reduced to wearing an old Halloween costume or, God forbid, a suit to work next week...