I turned off my car ignition, gathered my tool box and chefs jacket to step out. As I opened the car door to get out, I heard a ripping sound below. Uh-oh! It was a familiar sound that I have come to know a few other times in my lifetime. I looked down to see and feel the ripping of a hole in my crotch area. Holy shit! I looked in my backseat to check if that extra pair of chef pants was still there. I always kept an extra pair in my car for emergencies (and this definitely qualified as an emergency). But just my luck, it was not there. I have been keeping a spare for months. But I must have taken it out recently when I was cleaning out my car. Crap!
How was I going to work with a rip in my crotch? And I knew all too well from previous experiences that the hole only gets bigger. It will only rip more until the whole ass area is exposed. I asked a couple of coworkers if they had any spare pants, even though none of them would be close to my size (they are mostly men who are twice my size, but there is such a thing as a ton of rolling up, belting, tying up..whatever it takes). Nobody had any spare pants.
My chef jacket was long enough to cover my ass, but when I bend down or over, climb on a step stool, things would be exposed. I put on an apron and decide to use another one to cover the back. It was uncomfortable, but at least I didn’t have to work all night worrying about what was being exposed.
Mr. Sous (Chef) asked why I had such an uncomfortable look on my face. I was too embarrassed to tell him why. The only person that knew about the ordeal was the pastry chef and a baker.
“Do you want to show me the rip?” asked the pastry chef (who is gay, so it wouldn’t be any different than showing a girl friend..but still embarrassing and weird).
“No,” I told him.
“Oh that is why you looked so uncomfortable,” said Mr. Sous, as he giggled at me.
When the FOH staff came later that evening, they also asked why I was wearing two aprons. Hiding my embarrassing mishap was just inevitable. I knew everyone was going to be wondering, and I had to tell them or their imagines would run wild. And I can’t believe some of the perverts actually asked me to show them the rip lol.
It was a long, uncomfortable night. And I am glad that it is finally over. I can laugh about it now.