I was out tanning by the pool after work today reading a magazine and enjoying the sun, when suddenly the clasp broke on my bikini, thank god the pool area was empty as usual. So I pulled on my shorts with one hand while holding the straps together with the other, then I went inside the hotel and waited for the elevator, happy to see no one in the hall. Then the elevator arrived and I had to share it with a group of 3 men while I stood with my arm in an awkward position behind my back desperately hoping that the strap didn't slip out of my hand. Safe to say I was about eight shades of red when I got out of the elevator.