I abandoned my pants. Am I being unreasonable??

[BeanCalledPickle]

So I'm in the gym. I'm on the treadmill. And I'm ten weeks pregnant. Because of this I am wearing jogging bottoms instead of my usual Lycra as excessive eating in the last ten weeks has meant the acquisition of excessive lard. I'm running along. I feel something dislodge. This isn't good. It works it's way down my leg. And flies out at speed! Clearly the last time I pulled these off I did so with pants and chucked it all in the wash. I have evidently not retrieved pants from leg prior to gym session.

AND NOW THEY ARE LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GYM FLOOR.

I should add that I have on other pants, just for the avoidance of doubt.

So, what would you have done? By the time I had stopped the treadmill two people were kind of looking. I was trying not to attract further attention to myself. A small group are now laughing. I'm trying to ignore. BUT MY PANTS WERE LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR.

Was it unreasonable to abandon my pants???

I put a friend through a similar shame once.

I was staying with her at her university hall of residence. She was at work so to help her out I thought I would collect her clean clothes from the communal laundry.

Only I dropped a pair of granny pants in a corridor on the way to her room. And they were found by one of the hottest guys in the whole place. This wouldn't have been a problem but she'd attended boarding school so most of her belongings were still named.

He was kind enough to come and deliver them to her room later on in the evening when she was back in. I still remember the look on her face when she closed the door and turned around to face me.

I did this!

I was stood at the very busy train station when I felt something in my trouser leg. I had a good shake and a used sock shot out of my jeans and skidded across the floor. loads of people saw including my lovely boyfriend! I metaphorically died!

I managed to appear topless at the Oxford Union briefly due to an ill-advised last-minute decision to do without a strapless bra with my slinky cocktail dress... After a few glasses of champagne, I sat down a tad heavily in a leather armchair and ping went the slim-and-oh-so-fashionable dress straps. That was a bad moment.