|I am the Fu Chi MASTER of self-humiliation!
||[Oct. 14th, 2008|04:00 pm]
So, last night meandering through Safeway, picking up the few items I couldn't take care of at TJ's/Farmers Market. On the phone with Mom -- I hate people who wander through supermarkets chatting away -- except that's because they pay absolutely no attention to whether they're in the way, or slowing you down, or taking twice as long as the checkout stand because they can NOT delay their oh-so-important conversation for three freaking minutes. |
Talking to Mom on the other hand, is more like shopping with your I-pod on. I had a running commentary, but could focus on my task. Except for the woman who stopped me and said "Umm, I hate to bother you, but your skirt is umm"
Tucked up into the back of my pantyhose. Again. Quite possibly for the past hour -- thankfully half of that spent in the car, but the other half spent in Safeway, walking around the office and heading through the parking lot.
I have mastered some very difficult tasks, skills and concepts in my lifetime. But checking my skirt before I leave the ladies room eludes me.