Most of you know my evening commute includes a bus ride from San Jose to Santa Cruz. Outside is chilly, but the bus is warm, so I remove my gloves and hat when I board. As we approach my stop, I zip up and don my hat and gloves.

The other day, the bus lights were off as I reached into my bag for the hat. I felt something suitably elastic and hat-like, pulled it from the bag and onto my head. And that’s when I noticed the leg holes in the hat. Because it wasn’t my hat — it was my underwear.

Oops. I think that counts as my most embarrassing moment of the month. How about you?

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