Tatty undies
I did it. Went underwear shopping. What finally pushed me into such a loathsome chore you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Monday began sunny and warm and looked to be a beautiful day. I decided the linen skirt would be perfect for work wear today so I gathered the necessary undergarments, espadrilles, and blouse and got ready for work. Those that know me well know I am NOT a morning person and pretty much get ready by rote with little to no forethought to what I am doing until that first blessed cup of coffee.
I drove to work thinking how beautiful it was and how I was looking forward to that first cup of coffee. After clocking in, firing up the computer and washing out my mug I headed to the cafeteria. On the way back to my little room I felt my undies begin to slip. Two steps later they were at my upper thighs! I slapped my other hand that wasn't holding the scalding coffee onto my hip/thigh and began mincing to the nearest door jamb where I gave them a yank through my skirt, then replaced that hand on my hip and minced all the way back to my office where I promptly pulled them up the rest of the way and proceeded to have a giggle fit. Apparently I grabbed an old, stretched out, that time of the month, tatty pair that I never really had an issue with before since I rarely wear a skirt! Rifling through my desk I found a safety pin and scurried to the nearest bathroom, hand on hip, to pinch out the excess stretched out waistband so i wouldn't have anymore wardrobe malfunctions.
All I could picture was me suddenly hobbled by my tatty underwear and doing a face plant in the hallway where a cute resident would walk by....well, you get my drift. How mortifying would that have been! When my coworkers arrived later I regaled them with that tale until we all were in tears. I had the giggles for quite a while after!
I drove to work thinking how beautiful it was and how I was looking forward to that first cup of coffee. After clocking in, firing up the computer and washing out my mug I headed to the cafeteria. On the way back to my little room I felt my undies begin to slip. Two steps later they were at my upper thighs! I slapped my other hand that wasn't holding the scalding coffee onto my hip/thigh and began mincing to the nearest door jamb where I gave them a yank through my skirt, then replaced that hand on my hip and minced all the way back to my office where I promptly pulled them up the rest of the way and proceeded to have a giggle fit. Apparently I grabbed an old, stretched out, that time of the month, tatty pair that I never really had an issue with before since I rarely wear a skirt! Rifling through my desk I found a safety pin and scurried to the nearest bathroom, hand on hip, to pinch out the excess stretched out waistband so i wouldn't have anymore wardrobe malfunctions.
All I could picture was me suddenly hobbled by my tatty underwear and doing a face plant in the hallway where a cute resident would walk by....well, you get my drift. How mortifying would that have been! When my coworkers arrived later I regaled them with that tale until we all were in tears. I had the giggles for quite a while after!
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