A little too much air, on the derriere

So today(Friday. I haven't gone to sleep yet, so for me it is still Friday, all together the clock is telling me it is early Saturday morning), I was super excited to wear my new sweatshirt from CWU. I went and worked out after only 5 hours of sleep and then got dressed at the gym. It was going to be a good day. Remembered all the essentials, which was not the case earlier in the week. Drove to work, no problems. Went into school, no problem. Talked to some co-workers, no problem. Went to my classroom, put all my stuff down to find my keys, no problem. Found the keys and opened the door, no problem. Bent down to pick up my stuff in the middle of the cul-de-sac at school, and I hear riiiiiiiiiiiip. I stood up quickly and looked around to see if anyone saw what happened. My hand went directly to where I heard the rip and it felt skin, not pant. I quickly grabbed all my stuff and headed into my room to further investigate the problem. I put my hand back there once again and found that my pants had just spontaneously ripped on their own accord straight down the inside of my right butt pocket. Now the rip mind you wasn't just a small rip, but really the whole length of the pocket. I couldn't believe it. My favorite jeans, my $6 Old Navy Specials...gone. I showed my BF and she thought it wasn't as bad as I thought it was, but what she didn't realize that when she saw the rip and saw what was under the rip was not my underwear. I had gottent the brilliant idea to wear my "sexy" underwear that day, so really she was looking at cheek. All laughing aside, the good thing was that I had a worn a long-sleeve under my sweatshirt and was able to wrap that around my waist for the rest of the day. The rip stayed stationary until later in the day when I was fixing the copy machine and I bent over once again and I heard more of a rip. The air just started free flowing after that. Now I know I am getting smaller, but I really didn't think that my butt had gotten that bonny that it would cause a pair of jeans to rip. I decided I was done after that, packed up my stuff and headed home to find a new pair of favorite jeans.