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Ooof.
That might even beat my umbrella mutiny from the other day. In the middle of the narrow accordion part of the B-Line, while I was standing up to try to squeeze my way through the crowds to the door, my umbrella spontaneously inflated and would not be suppressed or subdued, compressing random strangers and spraying water over some girl’s chemistry notes. It was not one of my finer moments.
that reminds me of my first chem lab in university. i was late; skytrain had mysteriously decided to stop working, and i had, in some strange fit of “i’ll-stick-it-to-these-science-types-and-show-them-what-style-really -is” decided to sport a plastic mini-skirt (to be fair it was the late 90′s). guess whose backpack opened in the midst of the busiest intersection in the city, lab materials cascading all about? needless to say, all of the many, many commuters that thursday morning were treated to a full view of my grandma flower-printed undies. ahh..the memories.
and my co-workers wonder why I sit over here and snort coffee out my nose
I wish I wish I wish I’d been wearing grandma undies.
argh…is it still monday in vancouver? i may have you beat though…i was already running an hour and a half late this morning, and then i threw up in my car on the way to work. lovely.
In a just universe, my social embarrassment will one day cause you to smile as much as I did this morning reading this.
Please tell us it wasn’t a thong.
oh man. may the rest of your day get MUCH better! thanks for the laugh, though.
But, you can always look at it this way, (and I feel retarded for even saying this after that fabulous body issues post)at least the jeans were too big and falling down rather than too small and constricting, right? There. You now have my two cents and a horrible attemp at being semi-comical for today.
The biggest bogie for me in all this is the potential volume of lost coffee at a critical hour of the morning. Buy my underwear later on eBay if that’s your thing, but NOTHING will replace that precious caffeine.
LoL, this is really funny read, though must’ve been awful at the time, that’s why I never leave home without a belt cause my jeans always fall down my ass so much so that I look like one of those youngsters with saggy pants. But few times the belt has failed me and come open in the middle of the street, yikes, or while climbing out of a small car…
You spilled coffee in your Coach purse?
You poor, poor woman.