Such a frustrating week.....they happen to us all at one time or another. Mine was last week. First on Sunday, a shopping excursion with my teen who has discovered Victoria's Secret. This trip, sure to result in all the usual arguments about underwire and thong and writing across the rear....who ever thought that was a good idea.....this trip at least had a silver lining. Perhaps I should say a cotton lining as I, I was lucky enough to have a coupon for a free panty! At least this trip, I should get something for myself besides a headache.
In we went to the store where all the sales persons are size one. I proudly presented my coupon and asked to be directed to the panties that were indeed free. Little Miss Size One walked me to the appropriate rounder and loudly announced that the "hipsters" and the "full coverage" styles were the choices for the current free panty promotion. And then in an even louder voice, she leaned around in the general direction of my derriere and announced, "For you, I would suggest the full coverage." Gathering my dignity and my free full coverage panty, I made my way to the cashier. Could things get any worse than this?
Fast forward to the next day at work. I am the agent on duty, rushed, late, generally disheveled. At almost lunchtime, my work sister, who replaces my absentee biological sisters in that she can and often does tell me most anything that few others could, rushes out of her office to whisper that I might want to check into the ladies room, as she frantically points to my derriere. Oh no, not my backside again. I just went through this yesterday. "What is it, S, did my pants rip, are my undies showing, what is wrong?"
"I think you have a trail of tp following along behind," she says. No, no, no. As I hastily exited to our ladies lounge, I thought back over the clients, several in fact, I had oh so professionally led to this office or that office in the last three hours. How many people had looked me over in approval....until they noted the toilet paper trailing behind as they followed me to their various appointments. Always a super sexy look, right? Victoria's Secret would be most proud. I wonder had I worn those recently acquired full coverage undies, might they have at least kept the tp in? Another beloved agent, she the practical and pragmatic one, wanted to know what brand I used that was quite apparently strong enough to hang on "through it all" so to speak.
I thought back a few years to an experience a biological sister (readers to choose which one) had shared with me. She left a restroom in a crowded restaurant and proceeded across the densely tabled dining room in her knock out outfit with the back of her skirt tucked firmly inside her panty hose. She thought she sensed a number of appreciative stares as she passed patrons along the way, only to learn they were actually making note of her fully exposed bottom. Are genetics at work? Or simply the frantic and frenetic pace of all our lives these days?
Are you as glad as I that last week is behind us?
