The only time anyone mentioned my nappy, or rather in this case the plastic pants, was when I was in a pub sitting on a bar stool and one of my friends warned me that the plastic pants were showing above my jeans. You might think that was kind of him, but they had thought it was amusing to let me sit there like that for at least half an hour before telling me. I imagine quite a few other people must have seen them as the pub was quite busy. One good thing about it was that no-one else said anything even if they did notice. I made sure I wore a longer sort of shirt after that though!