Hey Ladies, I know that I’m a tad bit late on the posts today. But I am behind the scenes (as usual). I’ll be back in a short spell! Aside from working the usual daily grind, I’ve been asked by the good folks from Hanes to share with you my uncomfortable holiday moment. And I am quite sure many of us have had run-ins with the fashion police. Now let me scroll back to the holiday season of 2004. It was way before I started this charming blogging career of mine. I can’t remember the exact day, but I can recall that day was starting off all wrong. Where I decided to wear a skirt instead of the usual trouser set that I’ve grown so accustomed to. And for those who’ve ever worked during the holiday season, in the wonder realm of retail would know that comfort is definitely necessary. Anyway, the time began to fly by, where I knew that I had to be at the train station in the next 15 minutes. I had to be at work earlier than usual thank in part to the holiday sales that were jumping off that day. So I ran to the local train station just in the nick of time. I caught the train just before for it had pulled off . And that is where the disaster began. I sat down and heard a “ripping” noise, so naturally I felt around to see what wardrobe malfunction I may have developed. And I didn’t feel anything! I was so nervous, because I knew something was wrong but couldn’t figure out where the actual problem was. So, when I hit 34th street, I stood up out of my seat ….ran upstairs (above ground) only to hear a older gentleman yelling in my direction. Now, I’ll be the first to say that the morning time isn’t my best time to commence in conversation with me….I’m definitely not a morning person. Bad enough, I had my ipod blasting really loud – so hearing what this man was trying to tell me wasn’t the current plan of action. But had to be was one of those moments in time where I should have been a little bit nicer & payed some attention. So as the older gentleman continued to flag me down, I simply ignored him and ran into my job, past security (mind you) only to see the same gentleman who flagged me down (outside), tell me that my skirt was busted wide open from the back. Not only was I embarrassed as all hell, but I had walked by tons of people having no clue nor feeling of a breeze at all. And there it was, the top of my butt cheeks & fushia colored thong exposed to the world…and I had no idea! HA! I can laugh about it now…because it took me years to even share this story with my closest friends..lol. I just wished that I had worn more comfortable underwear – then maybe I wouldn’t have felt so embarrassed!
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