This is why I've set aside a portion of my brain to do nothing but maintain a constant sensory reading of where the hemline is on the back of my legs. I doubt anybody'd 'ooh' and 'ah' and say, "Look at that adorable little angel" if I had a mishap.
Posted by floridacracker at November 9, 2005 09:54 PMA friend of mine woke up with a bad hangover, took his aspirin, pulled his clothes on and went to Home Depot. In both the parking lot and at the check-out counters, women smiled at him, so he thought, "Heck, I must not look as drunk and haggard as I feel." Then he walked down the aisles with the full-length mirrors. He saw that when he'd gotten dressed he'd pulled his boxer shorts waistband up over his stomach, so that when he put on his pants he left a clear six inch swath of red-on-white polka dots.
Posted by: Salt Lick at November 10, 2005 07:52 AMCute. I bet people thought he meant to do that.
I met one of my friends through an accident like that. I saw a woman with one leg of a pantyhose trailing behind her down through one leg of her slacks. I said something to her and she said that wasn't the first time she'd had that accident either. I told her to stop wearing pantyhose underneath pants, then.
We got to talking and ended up friends.