Today I had to go and see my chiropractor, AKA “She Who Healed Me Of Neck Pain”, because my back has been killing me lately.
I explained what was hurting me, got up on the table, and then heard her say something along the lines of “Holy COW!”
“Your pants are really crooked. See, here (pushing in on one butt cheek) is the top of one pocket, and here (demonstrating on the other cheek) is the top of the other pocket.”
“Uh, sorry about that. Can you still help me with my back?”
“Yeah, but can you wear some level pants next time? This is really throwing me off.”