freaky fly-day

I was outside the Borders book store in Mission Valley and noticed something wrong with a guy walking towards me. This really huge black guy, all dressed up was walking towards me and he had his fly open! Ha Ha. Normally I would let that go and he would just have to figure it out on his own.

Today I thought I would be nice, so I make eye contact and kind of grab at my jean's fly and say, "Hey man, your fly" making a zipping motion.

Well he just looked at me like I was some weirdo. But as I walked past and kinda thought about his soon to be embarrassment it occurred to me that maybe what he heard was, "Hey man, you're fly!"

Subtle yes, but entirely different.