Does This Kind of Thing Only Happen to Me?
I’m no stranger to embarrassment.
I mean… I survived a 3-hour interview with a spider bite on my ass. I showed a middle-aged woman at the airport a vagina on my kindle. I read every book in the Gossip Girl series until the original author stopped writing them and they tried to continue the series with ghost writers and then they started sucking.
Because I’m pretty positive they didn’t suck before that.
And admitting that is embarrassing.
Which is probably why my face didn’t even flush a little yesterday when it probably should have. Because the good thing about embarrassing yourself on a regular basis is that you actually get used to it. You learn how to laugh at yourself in a way that says to any witnesses, Yeah I just did that. Yuck it up, Chuckles. It’s just another day.
And yesterday was no exception.
It was supposed to be a balmy 78-degrees, so I figured I’d take advantage of possibly the last unseasonably warm day this year by wearing a lightweight dress to work that had a wrap skirt. For the fellas, this is basically a skirt that overlaps on itself, like when you wrap a towel around your waist coming out of the shower.
The whole ensemble was probably around $28 at Tarjay. Because I’m spendy like that.
What I didn’t realize is that if I want to start earning a little extra cash, wearing this dress would be a good place to start. Following a lunch meeting yesterday, my boss, Alpha and I were standing outside of the restaurant along one of the busiest streets in town, engaging in a healthy work debate that had spilled out into the parking lot.
My boss was mid-point, and it was a good one at that, when a mischievous gust of wind decided to entangle itself in my skirt, “unwrapping” it, so to speak, in one of those Marilyn Monroe moments that would be all hot and glamorous if I were… you know… Marilyn Monroe, but I’m clearly not, and instead I was just a 29-year-old woman flashing her undergarments to her co-worker, her boss, and countless passerby on a 5 lane road.
Yeah, that’s not me.
All I can say is, thank God I was wearing undergarments. Cute ones.