Broken zippers, split seams, straps that come untied at the most embarrassing moment possible—what's your most memorable experience with an unexpected wardrobe malfunction?
There was a geocache on Long Island by Millers Pond in Smithtown that was practically in the middle of a patch of thorn branches. When I tried to get in there, the thorns ripped a pants leg all the way up to the knee. That evening, I went to a geocaching event at a diner in Queens still wearing the torn-up pants. The cache owner was there too so I showed her and said, "You see what your cache did?" That was funny.