The minutes were clicking away, I searched frantically for them. I rummaged through the garage. I emptied the contents of my bike bag. It was all in vain. They were no where to be found.
I cried out, "For want of pant clips my commute is lost!"
In their absence, I resorted to the only thing that prevented the unspeakable, driving my truck to work, I reached down and rolled up my pants leg.
I had to set aside the clean cut look of pant clips...
I shudder to think the impact that something so small (pun intended) had on my sex appeal.