By all accounts I am not an easily embarrassed person.
Don't think I am naturally this way, however. It took years and years of tortured, blushing practice and much pounding from my older and bossier brothers to basically not give a shit about what people think of me. "Feh", is my usual response when people try to get a rise out of me.
Today was one of those days where I got embarrassed. I think I might have actually blushed.
So the story goes that I bought a new pair of capris pants at Target on Monday. It was a day off 'n all and I haven't (as they say around here) "boughten" a new pair in ages. Cute doesn't begin to describe them. They're light blue, airy, comfortable, tie-string perfection. Tra-la-la. It should also be known that I work between at least 2 computers and 4 odd monitors everyday as well. Try to stay with me here...
My *main* computer we'll call workstation: SUPERFLY. My development computer we'll call workstaion: PIMPIFY.
Act 1, Scene 1: Margaret locks SUPERFLY
Act 1, Scene 2: Margaret locks PIMPIFY
Act 1, Scene 3: Margaret goes to lunch
Act 2, Scene 1: Return from lunch, and head towards SUPERFLY
Act 2, Scene 2: My chair is at PIMPIFY
Act 2, Scene 3: Rather than bring my chair back over, I squat in front of SUPERFLY to check my email
Act 3, Scene 1: Raphael comes over and says, "Dude, you are SOOOOOO asking for a wedgie if you're gonna squat like that."
Act 3, Scene 2: I sort of laugh him off. He's the type of guy would do something so mean.
Act 3, Scene 3: Raphael exits.
Act 4, Scene 1: Drew comes over to me, now stationed at PIMPIFY, and says, "Thanks for the show, that was really sweet."
Act 4, Scene 2: I say, "What show?"
Act 4, Scene 3: Drew says, "Your thong is totally hanging out."
Que embarrassment.
Que red cheeks.
Que Drew laughing in fits.
Annnnnnnnnnd que Margaret quickly taking a mental count of all the people she probably flashed over the lunch hour as she walked around the bumper to bumper traffic. And the farmer's market lot. And the twin's game fans. I don't think I've seen so many people downtown in a very, verrrrry long time.
Act 4, scene 4: I say, "Holy. Shit. Did I go to lunch like that?" and get reassured it just happened when I bent over.
Act 4, scene 5: Raphael's comment starts to make a lot more sense.
I mean honestly, don't you think would have felt a breeze or something? I was actually *conscious* of where my pants were when I bent over and it didn't feeeeeel like they came down even a smidgen.
I learned today that these pants are crafty. My pants learned today that they're on my list.
Comments
Nope, no matter what you wear, the thong will be visable, it just depends on how much you are prepared to show of it. No doubt this has now been added to your arsnal of womens weapons.
Regards
The perv