Leaving my flies undone.
Once, in a garden center at age 15, I stood in the middle of the greenhouse staring into space. A cute girl comes up [Sat. job I guess] and opens her mouth to start talking to me. As she’s doing this she looks down and a look of consternation crosses her face – she turn around and walks away.
Turns out, that if you stand with your hands in your pockets in a warm room with no breeze, it’s impossible to notice that both your jeans and boxxer flies are open due to the humidity etc. 😆
EDIT – oh and rounds. It’s stupid – why does everyone need to buy drinks at the same time? Why does, for example the guy who doesn’t drink much has to buy rounds for those that do? What if some asshat [me] is very keen on, for example Amaretto or Ouzo and wants doubles – usually costing far more that a pint of piss lager?
Buy your own drinks whenever you want. Perhaps buy the person you came with one. Why complicate matters?