As Ianto checked his shopping list, a diminutive young woman approached him.
“Excuse me, could you pass me a packet of those crackers from the top shelf, please?”
Naturally, the crackers were right at the back of the shelf. Despite his height, even Ianto had to stretch up on tiptoes to reach them. As he did so, he felt a strange twanging sensation. He couldn’t think what it might be, until he became aware of a sudden draft as his trousers dropped around his ankles.
His belt had snapped.
“That’s why I wear braces,” Jack commented unhelpfully, smirking.