December 15, 2010
This morning I had a meeting to attend with my mentor, I met him on the corner near my building and we started walking over to the meeting location, about two blocks away from K Street. This should provide some sort of buffer from the K Street "Krazies," right? Wrong, I think the city voted down the invisible fence ordinance that would keep all of the Krazies confined only to K Street and the light rail system. My coworker and I are chit-chatting when I realize that my dress is riding up a little in the back. When I say "a little" I mean that everyone within viewing distance can see where the control top of my panty hose starts on my upper thigh, they can possibly even see the print of loudest underwear I own - that is what I mean when I say "a little." As I start to fix the situation, the street-dwelling gentleman behind me says in his four-pack-a-day, whiskey voice "Lady, pull yo skirt down. I can see too much." Thanks and ouch all at once! I tried to make a joke of it with my coworker but apparently he didn't find it quite as funny as I did!
Merona via Target (Summer 10)