Uh boy, this is the third time in my therapy life in which T had a wardrobe malfunction….that I was too chicken to call attention to.

Today- T has some kind of sticker/bandaid/medical doo-hicky stuck squarely on the seat of his pants. He walks in front of me on the way to the office. Totally chickened out. Didn't tell him. What would I say? As I was checking out your *** I couldn't help but notice…

Years ago-- Another male T had pee dribble spots on the front of his khakis. I don't know the mechanics of shaking and all. What am I to say? Ignore and move on.

Even further back… another male T with a split seam about an inch long at the crotch. Tighty whitey porthole of doom through sad gray slacks.

Male T's , oy vey.

Although I'm sure there are lots of stories of both genders out there to marvel at. Care to share?