Anyone ever have an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction?

When I was in college I worked one summer at company that had a large metals warehouse full of steel that they used to manufacture their product. Since I was one of the summer help I was assigned to count all of the metal bars during their annual inventory—a job that no one wanted. When they ordered “cold finish” material it came in slathered with grease so that it would not rust. The grease would get mixed with dust and dirt, turned black and ruined clothing you wore.

The day I was to count the cold finish bar racks I wore the oldest most threadbare jeans I owned. The pants were a little tight when I put them on but I figured they always stretch out anyway so no big deal. The jeans started to stretch a bit when I was bending down and climbing around the rack doing the count. About the middle of the afternoon I had to bend way down to count some bars way back in the bottom of the rack; I heard a loud snap in back of me. The jeans were suddenly more comfortable but I felt a breeze from behind. What I attributed to stretching earlier in the day was the back seam being pulled open. Once I stood back up after counting the bottom bars I realized that the back seam had suddenly come out from just below the belt almost to zipper in front—way open. The warehouse manager was in back of me laughing. He said, “Shit kid you’ve got hairy ass, you look like a monkey.” That was when I realized that my boxers, also pretty well worn out, had torn when the pants ripped.

The warehouse manager found a roll of duct tape and I taped up the seat of my pants so I could finish the rest of the day. Needless to say I was very careful bending over until the end of the shift. For the rest of the summer I was called “Hairy Ass” by the warehouse manager. For all the hazing I got from him he was still a pretty cool guy and I think half the people there by the end of the summer thought my name was really “Harry”.

I'm afraid all my summer jobs were only boring

When I was a freshman in college I was less than an enthusiastic student and was at risk of flunking out. As a result my father got me a job that first summer at a fish processing plant. The required uniform was rubber boots and a bright orange rubber suit. On a warm humid day I would sweat something awful, so I started wearing just a swimsuit under it. When I got home even the bikini stunk like fish. That's when I realized that maybe studying harder would be a good idea and made dean's list thereafter.

"When I got home even the bikini stunk like fish."

Oh, but the comments I could make about this, Julie. No further comment needed.

Back in my teenage days, when I was developing and my Boobs decided to make their grand appearance, some friends and I were at a park. It had a river running along the border. Someone hung a rope from a tree growing along the bank, and we all were swinging from the rope and dropping into the water. I love the water so without thinking I took my turn. In a tube top. When I came up, my top did too... I laugh now but at that age, I was pretty embarrassed

I've had a few and they're usually related to my (former) habit of going commando. One summer, I worked as a cab driver. It was hot and I'd usually just wear a shirt, jeans, and deck shoes. One pair of jeans I wore started getting those little rips in the corners of the back pockets. I didn't think much of it and had a long sleeve shirt with the long tails so that's all that showed through the little hole. Well, one day as I was getting into the car, I heard and felt a distinct "riiiiiip" as I settled into the seat. The little hole turned into a big hole in an awful hurry. It was, as you might suspect, a busy day and I never had the chance to get home and change. I untucked my shirt and let the shirttail cover my bare butt. The hole got larger every time I got into and and out of the cab. By the end of my shift, half of my bare ass was showing, covered only by my flapping shirt tale. When I walked I just tried to keep the tail from flapping around. I don't know if any customers noticed. If they did, no one said anything.

Another time I wore a pair of light colored gym shorts to the beach as a bathing suit; I didn't have a "real" bathing suit and the trip was sort of spontaneous. Bad idea. I didn't realize it until I was in the water for a while that they appeared to be completely see-through once they got wet. Once my friends informed me of my exposure, they left me in the water for a long time until one good hearted soul gave me a towel. I had to wear that around my waist until my shorts dried out. Later in the day I was sitting in the sand and noticed a friend's girlfriend was staring at my groin area. Turns out my penis was hanging out. After that day, I made sure I always had proper swim trunks when I went to a pool or the beach.