I started the evening enjoying a “Pizza Door”, that’s X speak for Domino’s with X and R. I’ve ended the evening fishing a trouser button out of a toilet filled with my own pee. I can now look forward to hunting out a sewing kit (which wasn’t where I left it!) and sitting sewing it back on again as I’m the only one in the house who can sew.
When I’m on the subject, why do manufacturers even produce trousers with button flies any more? The inventor of the zip fly would be appalled!