Thursday, April 06, 2006
My Underwear Part Two
So, I'm currently in San Antonio doing the RetailVision chat and dash. Its the vendor skill that we all put into effect at Tradeshows, spend all day shmoozing then get the hell off the show floor into jeans and tennies ASAP. Then move as quickly as possible to the nearest watering hole.
So, I'm walking down the Riverwalk (which is gorgeous by the by) and I'm with Brad (my VP and David my Director). Suddenly, I feel like there's something in the crotch of my jeans. I think, and slowly realize, that yes, I've thrown on my pants in such a rapid manner that I still have my panties from yesterday in my pants.
I'm laughing my ass off, I can barely stand. This is classic, but do I tell my boss and my boss' boss what's so effin' funny? OF COURSE I DO. But all I can get out is "My underwear...My underwear" I'm laughing so hard.
A few more paces down the idyllic riverwalk later and plenty of stares from passing strangers, my panties have efficiently moved into one of the pant legs, albeit very high up the thigh.
Finally, I spit it out, they laugh too, and progressively laugh harder as I create a very effective gait in which to increase the rapidity of their descent. I'm trotting and laughing and very winded by the time we get to the restaurant. Never fear, the culprit panties are now at my knee and once seated at the table, I will commence the Panty retrieval process.
It all came out in the end and oddly the panties are still in my purse.
Ta da!
So, I'm walking down the Riverwalk (which is gorgeous by the by) and I'm with Brad (my VP and David my Director). Suddenly, I feel like there's something in the crotch of my jeans. I think, and slowly realize, that yes, I've thrown on my pants in such a rapid manner that I still have my panties from yesterday in my pants.
I'm laughing my ass off, I can barely stand. This is classic, but do I tell my boss and my boss' boss what's so effin' funny? OF COURSE I DO. But all I can get out is "My underwear...My underwear" I'm laughing so hard.
A few more paces down the idyllic riverwalk later and plenty of stares from passing strangers, my panties have efficiently moved into one of the pant legs, albeit very high up the thigh.
Finally, I spit it out, they laugh too, and progressively laugh harder as I create a very effective gait in which to increase the rapidity of their descent. I'm trotting and laughing and very winded by the time we get to the restaurant. Never fear, the culprit panties are now at my knee and once seated at the table, I will commence the Panty retrieval process.
It all came out in the end and oddly the panties are still in my purse.
Ta da!
# posted by K.O.P. : 8:42 AM
