Ignore it

Not wanting to get caught like this, Eric grabs his trousers and dashes into the back room of the shop, once more looking down at his torn pants, trying to work out the best way to repair them.

Leaving the pants on the back of a chair, Eric begins searching the room for anything that might help him repair his pants, not having much luck.

"Morning Eric, why didn't you answer the door?"

Eric freezes as he hears the voice. He'd been so busy searching the staff room he hadn't heard anyone come in!

Spinning he turns to face the door, his hands quickly coming down to cover his boxer shorts. "Mr. Jackson," he finally manages to say.

Stood in the doorway is indeed Mr. Jackson, the shop owner who is currently staring at Eric's lack of trousers. "What the hell is going on here?"