Embarrassing Moments

I need some laughter to get me through this whole my-first-child-is-about-to-start-kindergarten anxiety that is living in my chest and wreaking havoc on my digestive system.

So.  I want to hear about your Most Embarrassing Moments.  If you’re like me and have too many to call a “MOST” just tell me one – any one.

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I don’t know about everybody else, but I have three panty drawers, filled according to style.  On the  day in question, I chose black bikini briefs over thong, because I didn’t want the seam of my gray wool pants falling into my butt crack all day. 

On my way to the car, I realized it was way too hot for wool pants, and ran back into the house to change.  I chose the only skirt in my closet that I knew looked good with the shirt I already had on, and hurried to work, trying not to be late. 

I went about my day – running all over the office, showing clients where to go, socializing.  You know, things people do at work, especially when they love their job and their co-workers.  At lunch, I was in the restroom washing my hands when I happened to glance at my reflection in the full length mirror to my left. 

At that moment I was faced with a decision: continue to wear my black, full-butt panties under my light cream skirt, or take them off and have everyone in the office know I wasn’t wearing panties the whole rest of the day.

Because there is no way that even one person in that office hadn’t seen me showing off my panties.  I couldn’t handle the idea of any of the older men I worked with knowing I was sans skivvies under my skirt, so I chose to keep them on, and try not to leave my desk.  For four hours.

Lesson learned: Always check the rear view, even when you’re in a hurry.