Busted Button

Today someone snagged my shirt on the train with their bag. I turned around and didn't think anything of it. I should have, because a few minutes later I notice this guy looking at me, or rather, my chest. Confused, I look down, and I see my shirt button has popped open and I am now really exposing myself to him. Like full bra.

I will now take my mother's advice and invest in turtle necks.

Mortified does not even begin to cover how I felt.