The unexpected humiliation of having cooked spaghetti fall from your pockets while trying to impress attractive members of the opposite sex.
spaghetti pockets story:
>Cute girl in line in behind me
>"Hey, how are you doing?“
>oh fuck conversation
>”Oh, I’m good, and you?“
>”That’s good, are you busy this Saturday?“
>”I, don’t think so"
>She points to ear
>Wearing a bluetooth headset
>It all makes sense
>Drop my items and put my hands in pockets
>There’s a hole in my pockets
>Spaghetti trickles down my leg from my shorts
>Shorts are no longer comfy and easy to wear