ms.peachy
10-14-2005, 04:29 AM
As I was just about ready for work, almost walking out the door, I bumped into a pile of stuff waiting to go down to recycling - a pizza box, some plastic bottles, etc - and everything went all over the place. So I just rolled my eyes and said to my husband "Oh, so it's going to be that sort of day, is it?" and got everything back together and left for work.
So I had to wait for like five busses to pass, all packed full to the rafters because the Northern Line is down. Finally got a bus and took that down to where I can get the Piccadilly. AS I got up to get off the bus, I picked up the bag with my lunch in it and it ripped and my lunch fell all over the floor, and my apple went rolling away somewhere. I managed to shove my sandwich and packet of almonds into my handbag and got off the bus.
Got the on tube and miracle! even got a seat straight away. Took my book out of my handbag and as I looked down, reading it, I realised -seeing the label nestled between my boobs - that I had somehow managed to put my blouse on backwards.
Then, just to make the day really memorable, when I got to my station, I step off of the train and make it maybe 3 steps along the platform and my skirt falls down around my ankles!!!! Somehow the zipper along the side had come undone and there you have it. So I'm standing there with my handbag in one hand, my laptop in the other, in my tights, with my skirt on the ground. (Thank you dear lord above for opaque black tights.) And the train was still in the station and there are people all around and of course everyone's looking at me like "oh my god, did that lady's skirt just fall off?"
I didn't know whether to burst into tears or laughter. Fortunately, I opted for laughter. (Otherwise I suppose I'd have only added insult to injury by wrecking my eye make-up as well!)
How can I have a baby when clearly I am incapable of dressing myself???? And walking????
So I had to wait for like five busses to pass, all packed full to the rafters because the Northern Line is down. Finally got a bus and took that down to where I can get the Piccadilly. AS I got up to get off the bus, I picked up the bag with my lunch in it and it ripped and my lunch fell all over the floor, and my apple went rolling away somewhere. I managed to shove my sandwich and packet of almonds into my handbag and got off the bus.
Got the on tube and miracle! even got a seat straight away. Took my book out of my handbag and as I looked down, reading it, I realised -seeing the label nestled between my boobs - that I had somehow managed to put my blouse on backwards.
Then, just to make the day really memorable, when I got to my station, I step off of the train and make it maybe 3 steps along the platform and my skirt falls down around my ankles!!!! Somehow the zipper along the side had come undone and there you have it. So I'm standing there with my handbag in one hand, my laptop in the other, in my tights, with my skirt on the ground. (Thank you dear lord above for opaque black tights.) And the train was still in the station and there are people all around and of course everyone's looking at me like "oh my god, did that lady's skirt just fall off?"
I didn't know whether to burst into tears or laughter. Fortunately, I opted for laughter. (Otherwise I suppose I'd have only added insult to injury by wrecking my eye make-up as well!)
How can I have a baby when clearly I am incapable of dressing myself???? And walking????