I don't know why I bought the french fly.

I was trying to come up with a good rhyme ala I don't know why she swallowed the fly, but I've got things to do.

I'm currently wearing a pair of pants with a french fly. I've got several different pairs of them. They are dangerous pants though. For about the tenth time, I left the house thinking I was fully dressed, and I was wrong.

Shirt, check.
Socks, check.
Shoes, check.
Belt, check.
Pants, check.

Pants done all the way up, no check.

The french fly is supposed to help the front of your pants lay "naturally flat", but they have a serious side effect - they give you a false sense of security. You do up the button on the flap, the hook & loop slide thingy, and the button under the belt. Fastening that many fasteners leads you to think that you're secure. The zipper falls by the wayside, until it's drafty.

I walked all the way to the front of the class and sat down to take the quiz, barn door wide open. I took the quiz, turned it in, and much to my horror realized I was wearing a well ventilated pair of pants. That's awesome.