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Is it time for the home already? [May. 9th, 2008|08:23 am]
So, fresh off the skirt tucked in the back of my tights incident at the Royal Mile, I'm walking back to my cube last night right before leaving, say goodnight to the Senior VP as he's walking past, turn the corner to my cube and realize....

I've done it again. The back of my skirt is tucked into my tights. Sigh. Luckily, there was no one left (except for the me and VP) in the office at that point and hopefully it never occurred to him to turn around...

I'll know today -- he's a good ol' Midwestern farm boy, so if he blushes or can't meet my eyes...it means he turned around.

On the bright side, I was wearing a brand spanking new pair of hot pink french cut bikini pants, so at least it would have been worth looking at.

[User Picture]From: lowlandscot
2008-05-09 02:30 pm (UTC)
This is the 21st century. There has got to me some technological solution to this -- say, a nanotechnology "lady, your skirt is bunched in your undies again" early warning device woven into the fiber of tights. That would, ideally, give a more discreet feedback signal than the big truck backing up whoop whoop noise. It's time to raise the HB-1 visa limit and get some Punjabi electrical engineers in here working on this thing, since it's obviously reaching crisis point.
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[User Picture]From: terribleturnip
2008-05-09 03:42 pm (UTC)
mmm. I don't know if I need my tights wired with a warning device. My luck I'd be trying to cop a furtive scratch in the nethers while in a restaurant with long tablecloths and set the damn thing off.

I'm thinking that there should be a video monitor screen set in the ladies room door as you leave that displays your hind view. If technology is easy in a car, surely it's got to be easy in a restroom. Besides, it might keep some of us from swiping that last doughnut as we pass by the breakroom.
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