and it’s only Monday…

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I thought I was handling this Monday morning okay until well into my day I went to the ladies and found a plastic clothes peg attached to my undies. I hadn’t sensed the peg there at all until my hand actually brushed against it.

Even goddesses have their off days.

 

[no granny jokes if you value your existence]

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6 thoughts on “and it’s only Monday…

  1. At least it was hidden. In a swish restaurant I walked all the way to the toilet and back again with a serviette tucked neatly into my skirt band. I was mortified when a stranger at the table next to us pointed it out. It looked like some little French maid apron….

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  2. Really, you were lucky the peg was under your clothes. Last weekend I was standing in line to use the women’s room, when I noticed the otherwise dignified lady in front of me had a largish brown stain on the rear of her white skirt. I’m guessing she’d sat on spilled coffee, but it looked like it could have been something associated with a toilet mishap. I hemmed and hawed as I thought of whether I should alert her about the stain, when another woman, apparently a friend, screamed, “MILLIE! O MY GOD, YOUR SKIRT!”

    I thought that was a lot worse than a stranger whispering in her ear that she should check the back of her skirt, particularly as there were at least 6 other women in the small, echo-y restroom. The next time I saw her, she was wearing a raincoat and looking very red-faced.

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