I am the Fu Chi MASTER of self-humiliation!

[terribleturnip]

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"

O yes.

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.

Comments

[skivee.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you know that none of your friends will mock you for this fox paw, Ms. Upskirt-McFlashy.

[pyllgrum.livejournal.com]

The only answer is to abandon panty hose and wear thigh highs.

[terribleturnip.livejournal.com]

Nah, unless it's secured above my hips, my legs reject any attempt to cover them. Thigh highs become knee highs (which is such a NOT good look)..knee highs become ankle highs...and regular socks become toe balls.

Unless, of course, I'm wearing a garter belt. But THAT, my friend, gives me so many MORE ways of inappropriately trapping my skirt...I shudder to think!

[ferlonda.livejournal.com]

You are the GODDESS of self-humiliation... and I bow in your specific direction. Sigh... Some of us can only aspire...

[terribleturnip.livejournal.com]

Pah, it just takes a little hard work and a soupcon of uber-dork. Okay, and the clumsy helps. I do come by THAT naturally. It's a gift...