This bitch-ass prairie wind just blew my skirt up in front of a group of suits smoking outside the building. It's a flippy, swishy jersey skirt too, so my frantic attempts to keep it down were all but ineffectual. Also, BRIGHT red sheer panties. Joy! What? They're stretchy and don't show lines.
I guess since I can't go back and scrape my modesty up off the sidewalk, then I hope they enjoyed their tawdry glimpse of nine-month pregnant squishmitten.
You should have said, "Usually I charge for this. You're welcome." At least I would have. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis has happened to me enough in my life. I don't think it would embarrass me anymore.
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