Last week at work I kept hearing people laughing when I walked by. I couldn't figure out what they were laughing at.
That's odd. Were they laughing about you?
Later my supervisor called me in his office and explained I had a giant rip in the seat of my pants. I could have died!
Oh wow. You always have to be on the look out for the rogue rip in the pants! That's what got my uncle late in life. RIP in peace.