Sometimes though, my superior non-poise shines through in a totally awesome way... The type of thing that when recounted to Jessica earns me the sad head shake and "This stuff could only happen to you"
So in a fun trip down memory lane... Lets all remember the day (not that long ago...) when there was the old lady who I nearly killed by the power of my panties.
The other night I rushed home to shower and change in order to rush right back out for dinner. It was a warm day and even after my shower I was feeling a bit of the stress that makes for body heat so I opted for a wrap skirt and tank top. Now, allow me to point out that I am no stranger to the wrap skirt. I have several and wear them on a semi regular basis. I have even managed the wrap skirt skill of going from short version to long and vice versa while walking... A skill similar to the ability of changing tops on a bus or putting on or taking off layers with only one hand while talking on the phone and walking through traffic. Yes, sometimes my supreme ability to multitask is awe inspiring.
Anyway, I decided to wear the skirt short for the walk back to the LR and the trip to the mall where we were meeting. I figured I would transform it onto the long version once I got there.
The best laid plans....
I got to the train in time to wait for the next one and spent a few moments sunning myself in the eternal yet misguided attempt to actually tan my legs. The train arrived, I boarded, happy in the fact that I was likely to arrive early!
When we pulled into the Great Mall station, I stood up and did the patented 'from long to short' tug on my skirt. Except that either I pulled on the wrong bit of fabric or I had tied it incorrectly at home, because what happened is I almost lost the whole thing and in the process totally flashed a little old lady
She had been minding her own business (it was just the two of us in that section of the car) eating carrot sticks from a baggie and had only glanced at me as I had stood up and made the unfortunate adjustment. Now, she was staring... And laughing.
Who could blame her?
I hastily retied my skirt and was just about to get off the train when I realized she wasn't laughing anymore... She was coughing... And turning red... And waving her arms around.
Like I said, we had been alone on the train and even though the Great Mall stop is usually one of the busiest... today there was no one getting on or getting off.
Of course I got back on the train, letting the doors whoosh shut and thumped her on the back, offered her water, and did my best to keep her alive. After all, she had seem my black lace panties... a feat denied many an aspiring date, something usually reserved for more intimate occasions and a certain amount of foreplay... both things lacking on the train on this warm afternoon. Never the less, we had bonded and I did my best to keep her from passing on.
We managed to expel the dangerous bit of carrot and despite the language barrier I am pretty sure she thanked me... either that or she begged me not to touch her lest my slutty ways be passed on.
Not sure why she was so upset, now she has a story to tell her friends.
Regardless, I got off at the next stop, managed to catch a train going the other direction, and still managed to not be horribly late.
I sauntered up to the table and greeted Jayson who told me I looked nice and would never have known about my adventure.... except that I told him.
And now I have told all of you.
There are some people in this world who have the uncanny ability to
be always polished, put together, etc.
Some of us just fake it.