Background information: I have a big, long, black puffy winter coat like 98% of all women. However, mine has a defective zipper that always gets stuck at the bottom. Half the time I just step in and out of my coat like a small child. One of Matt's husbandly duties involves fixing my zipper regularly. He tells me to "just pull on it" but I am never successful.
So anyway, my zipper got stuck again yesterday so I've been stepping in and out of my coat. Which I usually don't care about, since I'm in the privacy of my apartment or my office. But today, I was at a training. Slightly embarrassing. At the end of the day, as I'm stepping into my coat in front of a room full of my professional peers, I loudly proclaimed "See, this is the problem with my husband being gone. Matt is the only person who can really rip open my zippers!" *cricket, cricket*
No sooner had it exited my mouth than I realized what it sounded like. Hahaha. My coworkers burst out laughing and made comments such as "DOWN GIRL" and "ARE YOU THAT HARD UP ALREADY? YOU'VE GOT A LONG TIME TO WAIT STILL!" while I giggled nonstop.
Really, though ... I can't get my zipper unstuck. It's hard being alone these days.