Josh Allen Reveals He Was Hiding Ripped Pants After Getting Dragged For Not Opening Door For Hailee Steinfeld

Buffalo Bills quarterback Josh Allen found himself in the midst of quite the conundrum while visiting Paris with his girlfriend, actress Hailee Steinfeld.

Some video surfaced that showed Allen hopping out of his and Steinfeld's car and high-tailing it into a restaurant without waiting on his gal pal.

Some folks were heated that Allen took off for the restaurant, which is funny because they'd probably call him a misogynist had he stood there and helped Steinfeld out of the car.

Now, why would he dash out of the car like that? There could be thousands of reasons. Maybe he was trying to skirt the paparazzi. He could've been super pumped about getting himself some escargot (which is one of the best foods on the planet. Be an adult and get over the fact that it's snails). Perhaps he was in desperate need of a toilet, which just so happens to be a word we got from the French.

However, the answer is none of the above. The Bills signal-caller said the reason he hurried into the restaurant was because he had completely ripped his pants.

I don't know, Josh. For some reason, sauntering into a bistro with your ass cheeks hanging out seems about as Parisian as it gets.

I think Allen's former teammate Jonathan Feliciano agrees:

But I understand it. When you Levi's get shredded like that it's a helpless feeling. So helpless, in fact, that Allen appears to have tied a jacket around his waist, which is as everyone knows the worst look on the planet.

Tying a hoodie around your waist to hide your shredded jeans is the only acceptable reason. We've all been in situations where you start the day with a sweatshirt or jacket but it gets hotter than expected. If you don't want to carry it around, your choices are to die of heat exhaustion or look like this:

Give me the heat exhaustion…

The fashion faux-pas aside, Allen demonstrated some quick decision-making, which I like to see out of the guy who helped lead my fantasy team to an OutKick Fantasy League Championship.

Allen had to pick his poison here: hang around with his cheeks soaking in the cool Parisian air, or leg it into the restaurant to save face… and cheeks.

He went with the latter. Smart. A photo of your bare ass lasts forever, people on the internet getting mad at you for not holding a door for your chick will subside within 24 hours.

Josh made the right choice, and as I see it, the only choice.

Do you see it any differently? Let me know by sending an email to mattreigleoutkick@gmail.com.