On Sunday, I was having coffee with a friend in a Starbucks, stood up and felt that familiar POP as the ROP opened up. I was wearing baggy cargo shorts and freeballing, so I sorta slammed my knees together and tried to act nonchalant as the ring started to fall.
Man, it was hysterical. I kept my knees together and asked my friend if she would throw away some paper, hoping she'd walk ahead of me, but she just stood there. I finally dropped something on the floor so I could stoop and try to snag the thing. I had to reach up into the leg of my shorts to grab it and then fold it into my fist. What a scene. I mean, what do you say when something like that falls out of your shorts?
I feel for you. That little ROP is just lying out there in the wilderness waiting for you! Maybe if you close your eyes and concentrate, it will guide you back!