The Day Has Hit Rock Bottom

(I volunteer some time at an op shop in my hometown, and I work with a great group of people. I do a range of tasks while working there; the duties on this particular day are focused on tagging clothes so we can get them priced and out on the shop floor. I’ve been working on tagging what we label “bottoms” for ladies: skirts, shorts, pants, and so on. After a while, I wind up working on the register, but since business is slow this day, I decide to get some more stock sorted. I finish a few minor items before calling out to the manager and a couple of fellow volunteers, who all happen to be female. I proceed to create this little gem because my brain moves faster than my mouth.)

Me: “Can I pinch…” *brief mental hiccup* “…what I was working on earlier? The ladies’ bottoms?” *brief pause* “OH, MY GOD, THAT CAME OUT WRONG!”

Manager: *thinks for a minute then starts laughing, as do the others*

(I deserved the good-natured ribbing, but we all knew no harm was meant.)