Great story. The fun times you forget when traveling for work.
One time I had a customer meeting in Chicago. I had taken the red-eye in from LA overnight and was flying back to LAX that afternoon.
I was really fat and was wearing an old worn out pair of Dockers. On our way into the customer meeting, I bent over to pick something up and ripped the seat of my pants.
I managed to keep my back to the wall during the entire customer meeting so I don't think anybody really noticed. But, after the meeting, the local guy from my company asked if I was ready to go to the airport. I said - uh, I need to go buy a new pair of pants first. So I hit Macy's or whatever on Michigan Avenue and then headed back to O'Hare.
The only other time I've worn a pair of pants out of the store was after the Texas A&M vs t.u. game in 1997 at Kyle Field. I got soaked and bought a pair of Levis at Post Oak Mall to wear back home. I was wearing my Army poncho so my top was dry but my jeans were cold and wet.