Up on the wrong side of the bed
by Natalie P.
July 2, 2008 | Filed Under The Heartless Bitch Way | 2 Comments
So I’m rushing into work this morning, because some *asshole* scheduled a 9am concall the day after Canada Day. Oh, wait. That asshole was me. Anyway, after walking across a field to the bus stop and riding the bus all the way downtown (standing room only), I am walking through the mall when I feel something around the back of my knee…. IN my capri pants. WTF?
As I stand on the escalator, I reach down as discretely as possible, and feel around the back of my knee. I can feel something lumpy. Really Lumpy. Shit.
I get off the escalator, and gingerly walk around the corner, to what I hope is a less visible location where there is a bench and nobody else around, and I start fishing UP the leg of my capris… It is VERY hard to do this in a discrete way. To my horror, I pull out a pair of white undies – just as a woman walks past and looks at me with a mixture of shock and amusement. I guess they got caught up in there during their run in the drier? Small consolation that they were clean – I hurriedly stuffed them in my purse, wondering how many people saw this weird bulge on the back of my leg and thought I had some kind of horrible tumor or something? Thank God they didn’t fall out completely while I was walking through the mall, or worse, on the bus! How I didn’t notice them earlier is a testimonial to how BAGGED I was this morning.
As soon as I got to work I made a conscious effort to immediately stuff the offending undies in a drawer at my desk. I had to take my team out to lunch and after the morning’s utter embarrassment, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to open my purse to pay, and pull out underwear instead of my wallet.
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Hilarious! Thanks for sharing!
I once had a pad come out of my bikini top and float to the top of the pool!
I swear – in trouser legs – is where the one-legged sock thief hides too. The way I take my strides off before I get into pjs – usually means hooking my thumbs into undies and socks and the whole lot comes off together and goes into the wash together, and then the dryer / on the line etc only to be lost the next time I pull on the trousers without checking first for hidden smalls.