emba(ha)rassment

"anakng..." this was the immediate expression that came out of my mouth when i saw the zipper of my pants in between my fingers and above my belt line. i just broke the zipper of my pants and put my dingdong dantes to be exposed for everyone.
it was even perfect timing when i realized that i was actually wearing, one of what my friends considered as a baby tee. the shirt was actually medium size and fits me perfectly... before, 6 months ago. but now, since i am rapidly and "uncontrollably" gaining weight, the shirt already looked like a hanging shirt for men for me.
the alibi: but since i still haven't pick up my laundry yet OR i just feel that i am still on my previous built still. i was force to wear it and carry the what i thought to be just a hanging embarassment that turned out to be another "hanging embarassment.
i am still 5 hours away from going home and i haven't had any strategies to play this around yet. the only thing that i could think of is to pray that the train is not that full and i'll be able to sit til i reach my station. i am already embarass just picturing myself standing inside it covering my crotch. what if the train makes a sudden stop and i am force to hold to the polls or handles? DINGDONG! there goes my privacy. then i realized that i am even wearing one of my most unflattering boxer shorts! how embarassing could that be? argh!