The same pants that humiliates me again !!!

yes..once again, the curse of humility that is in the jeans has been resurrected. the situation is slightly different this time, the difference is only this time im not paying money to the counterlady but instead, im was keeping the change while talking to my friend (Ms V) and my pocket is torn with a hole. so here it goes...

after taking a train back from my office, i saw some hawkers selling junk food. then i bought some of it and i got around like 40-50 cents change. then Ms V came along and she greeted me, then we chat abit (the small change is still in my hand at the moment). while we were chatting, i have totally forgotten bout the torn pocket, i slide my hand into the pocket and trying to release the burden in my palm. suddenly, i felt like few things is moving around my leg down to the shoe. i knew instantly is was my blardy change...shiett!! (my hands are still in my pocket) then i was hoping that it will be caught in my shoe..but only 1 or 2 coins manage to go into the shoe...the rest....*cling clang clung*!!!! then the conversation was stop for a moment...then i was trying to pretend that it wasnt me...but....

Ms V: .......you drop your coins....
Me: ....oh...yeah....

i squat down and pick it up and put it into another side of pocket...while the other coins, they are safe in my shoe. THE CURSED JEANs !!!