Is it a Little Breezy in Here?

So, today I was at work, changing out of my biking clothes into my work clothes, and I learned something new about my not-so-new pants. Apparently, they have been washed too many times to remain extremely wearable. Yup, nice big rip, in a strategic location, resulting in a higly awkward situation for me. Trying to be creative with staples, tape, and the cut-off top part of my socks didn't result in a suitable remedy to my problems, so I made an emergency trip to the Dollarama for some needles and thread. Thankfully, it was the last day for those pants anyways since I'm working in aisles for the next few days instead of receiving. Why couldn't they have given up the ghost tomorrow instead?