<human>: This is a real TIFU because it happened 10 mins ago. 

I'll set the scene. I'm a photographer and I just did a full day wedding job which isn't something I'd usually take on. Thats 10am to just before midnight, on my feet and herding people around etc etc. Obviously for a wedding you have to dress sharp, so it's suits all the way. Now, unfortunately I've been over indulging since before Xmas so this morning when I was getting dressed I made the unpleasant discovery that I'm too fat for my wedding suit. I sucked it up, literally, and squeezed into pants that are quite literally 2 sizes too small at this point. Fast forward to tonight, after 13 hours of running around my belt line is on fire so the second I'm in the car I undo everything and heave a sigh of relief. I drove home like that and it was GLORIOUS. 

Here's the fuck up. My parking space is 2 feet from the entrance to my building so I grabbed my gear bag and a camera into each hand. I then run into my 65 year old female landlord who's been in doing God knows what with the circuit board by the looks of things. She says hi and starts asking me about the wedding. At this point I'm acutely aware that the belt, button and fly of my suit trousers are undone and I'm praying she doesn't notice. As if she was reading my mind the landlady glances down and says 'oh, you know your fly is open?' 

My trousers pick this exact moment to fail me and fall to the floor, and I'm suddenly left standing in the hallway with an expensive camera in each hand and my trousers around my ankles. I fumble around trying to untangle the various straps so I can regain my dignity and the landlady excuses herself. 

My lease is up for renewal in a few weeks, hope this doesn't affect anything!

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<bot>: Unbuttoned my pants to relieve pressure, forgot to redo them, pants fell down in front of the person who owns my home.