Quintessential Moments of Embarrassment
Yeah, that was me today. I apologize heartily for anyone downtown this afternoon who saw my ass. See, it happened like this...
Joe invited me to eat lunch with him downtown. Yay! So, I threw on the clothes that were at hand - which included one of my broomstick skirts. It was slightly breezy at my home and I didn't think anything of it. Well, those streets and buildings downtown on Main certainly do concentrate and direct those breezes into a pretty stiff wind. And when I parked, I parked in a spot about a block and a half from my destination. You see, I didn't want to drive past these nice spots and have there be no spots open up ahead. And if I'd been wearing pants, it would not have been a problem. But, I step out of my car and onto the sidewalk, put my money in the meter, and my skirt tries to go flying in every direction at once and ends up flying up. *redfaced* Yes, I have clean underwear on - but they're the color of my skin. D'oh!! So, I gather my skirts up in my fists - along with what's left of my dignity - and start walking. My skirt is still trying to escape me and I certainly showed a lot of leg. Better than my ass again, I'm sure. It's bad enough that I ask Joe to drive me back to my car!! His truck is much closer to the Atlanta Bread Company than mine. And he's got just enough time to do it. Of course, when he dropped me off, everyone got another free show. I've never been so relieved to get in my car!
The moral of this story? Wear pants!
Joe invited me to eat lunch with him downtown. Yay! So, I threw on the clothes that were at hand - which included one of my broomstick skirts. It was slightly breezy at my home and I didn't think anything of it. Well, those streets and buildings downtown on Main certainly do concentrate and direct those breezes into a pretty stiff wind. And when I parked, I parked in a spot about a block and a half from my destination. You see, I didn't want to drive past these nice spots and have there be no spots open up ahead. And if I'd been wearing pants, it would not have been a problem. But, I step out of my car and onto the sidewalk, put my money in the meter, and my skirt tries to go flying in every direction at once and ends up flying up. *redfaced* Yes, I have clean underwear on - but they're the color of my skin. D'oh!! So, I gather my skirts up in my fists - along with what's left of my dignity - and start walking. My skirt is still trying to escape me and I certainly showed a lot of leg. Better than my ass again, I'm sure. It's bad enough that I ask Joe to drive me back to my car!! His truck is much closer to the Atlanta Bread Company than mine. And he's got just enough time to do it. Of course, when he dropped me off, everyone got another free show. I've never been so relieved to get in my car!
The moral of this story? Wear pants!