Showing posts with label air travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label air travel. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Leaving (my undies) on a Jet Plane...

Oh! last night at last the anxiety and jitters and weird dreams departed...what a relief! I've been bouncing off the walls - here at home, in bloggersville, et cetera. Humph. I finally took a deep breath and put things back into perspective.

I was looking at a Redbook magazine last night and I always love the "Red in the Face, embarrassing moments" section. I've had too many embarrassing moments to count, but one recent one immediately came to mind.

Before I went to Oregon this past summer, I bought a few pair of those "boy cut" undies. They really are comfy. There was one pair that was so cute, and I didn't wear them until on the trip home...underneath a skirt...no stockings (I hate stockings, and it was summer anyway!).

So, I get on the plane no problem. I sit on the plane no problem. But, when it's time to get off the plane and walk the loonnnnngg walk in Dallas to change planes - erk - oops, the dang undies start to slide down....! OMG! I try to walk fast to find the ladies room, but that makes it worse - they slide lower, lower - and I just know I'm going to have undies around my ankles any second. So, I start walking this weird duckyish walk- trying to hold my upper thighs together, while still walking at a brisk pace...people are beginning to stare. I'm trying to WILL the undies to stay up. The undies have a mind of their own -they are snickering and think they really are quite halarious. I try to pretend I'm fixing my skirt and attempt to grab the undies in some kind of way - nope, undies slide and slip and dodge - crafty ole undies!

I can't remember such a long walk to a bathroom...and I barely made it -- those undies were dangerously low on my hips...when I reached the ladies room, they were slipping down my thighs - I ran into the stall and "rigged" them by, um, er, wedging them in best I could *laugh* -- Imagine thongless thongs *shudder*

I don't know which was worse - the thought of having to step out of my undies in the crowded Dallas airport, or the stupid ducky walk I had to do to keep the undies from doing that...haw!

What's your embarrassing moment?


(and don't forget to guess the number of jelly beans in the jellybean jar!)

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