Sucks to be me!

I put me feet through my last clean pair of nylons?

Few things trigger that immediate wave of defeat quite like hearing or feeling that sudden zipppp of a snag when you have zero backup options left.

It is the perfect storm of minor tragedies:

The illusion of safety: I thought I was good to go because you had one pair left.

The point of no return: Once they run, they are ruined, and there is no quick fix for those suckers

The timing: It almost always happens right when you are already running late and about to walk out the door. Ugh! Why???