Ah, yesterday.
It seems as though it was just a day ago or something-Yeah, its that fresh in my mind. ( I know that you are amazed by the powers of my long term memory. How could you not be? ummmm....) Alright...I admit it, I'm stalling. It's kind of embarrasing.
This is one of those stories that you don't realize is a story until the whole thing is over and you find yourself staring at the punchline. And in this case it was literal. I could stare at it, which I did, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as the tub filled for a bath after a full day's wanderings. I my pants up from the floor to put them in the hamper, and I realized that when I picked them up, my hand had gone right through the back of the seat.
The realization dawned....
I stared, horrified.
Yep...I likely spent the whole day running around at work, going to the library, walking to the grocery store flashing my nice pink panties to the world. The fabric on the bum had given up the ghost and worn clean through with no warning. No sound, no breeze, no nothing. They didn't even have the beginnings of a hole before. It was like they had a spiteful little mind of their own.
Yeah, nothing says "I'm a competent professional" to campus administration like running around with your bloomers showing. Its the true show of a high caliber staffer.
I love shopping with me arse flapping in the wind.....especially when you have to walk a quarter of a mile across some of the most heavily trafficked streets in the city to get there. Its just incredibly liberating.
Who really needs to talk in the library when your bum is saying everything for you. You can shelve that with one of the classics!
Ah, how I will always treasure the memory of the day...Damn my long term memory :)
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