“I slipped on a pair of jeans from the night before and then midway during the lunch rush at the restaurant I worked at I was delivering some food — and my underpants from the night before fell out of the bottom of my pant leg into the center aisle. I went on and delivered all the food and on the way back I very gracefully, without stopping, bent over, snatched them up, shoved them in my pocket and kept on going. No one said anything. I think folks just thought I was picking a discarded dinner napkin up off the floor.”