Zipper Karma!

My husband has this thing when he is sometimes in public, he forgets to zip up his fly. Never on purpose because that peep show is for me. When he discovers that his fly is down he always asks me, "Why didn't you tell me zipper was down!" Like I have some kind of Spidey sense that tingles when his crotch is exposed to the elements and eyeballs. I always shrugged and ask, "Is it my job to be the pants police and make sure your fly is zipped?" His response..."Hell Yeah!" That's the thing about marriage I didn't expect. Signing up to inspect zippers before leaving the house. I betcha it's in really small print somewhere on my marriage license saying, "To protect others from temporary blindness, please make sure your husband's fly is zipped. Thank You!" I never understood what the big concern was but when he told me that he wears boxers, the kind that aren't closed by a button, I could see his concern. A well timed bend at the waist could set his family jewels a'glinting in the sun for all to see. I was sympathetic but unfazed because most of those open fly incidents seem to be perpetrated by men and since I was a woman my chances were low of embarrassing myself. Well, I was wrong. I was walking around the grocery store, shopping, when I realized that it was really nice and breezy down there. A little too breezy. I look down and gasped in horror. My fly was unzipped and my hot pink panties were a beacon for all to see, screaming "LOOK AT ME, I'M PINK AND LACY." It didn't help that I was wearing black. My faced turned really red and I confronted my husband who had a smirk on his face after watching me completely wig. I asked, "Why didn't you tell me my fly was open?" He patted my back sympathetically and said "Welcome to my world." So, I learned my lesson that leaving your pants unzipped can happen anywhere, anytime and to anyone. Also, to watch out for karma because it has a bad habit of getting even with you.