Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Loose in the booth

As I was getting dressed for work, I didn't do anything that was unusual. I got up at 6:00 and was out the door by 7:00. I drove to work like I normally do and parked. When I got out of the car and began to walk toward my building, I felt my underwear coming down my hips. For a minute I thought I had gotten some raggedy ones out of the drawer or maybe the elastic had just worn out. Then I realized, these were some fairly newer draws that I had on. I paused for a moment and adjusted my undies and continued to walk forward. Again, they started coming down my hip. I held my legs real tight so my underwear would not fall down. Oh and did I mention that I had on a skirt.

I think maybe I had lost about a pound or two but these draws were not about to come down, not today. I kept thinking that I would have to sit down all day or else, the draws would fall and that would be embarrassment to the highest power. I also thought about just taking them off and throwing them away, but I could not fatham my butt being airish all day.

I looked for a safety pin, cause I was going to really go straight ole skool and just hook my undies to my skirt. I tried putting my draws in my crack like a thong, but it kept feeling like something was poking me and besides a thong ain't really for plus size people. So when I had to get up and walk somewhere, I felt like a thug when he is always holding his pants up because he didn't put on a belt. It was the most awkward position all day. My underwear would just keep sliding off my lady humps and I would pull them right back up.

It actually turned out to be a long day because of that. I'm glad I didn't have class that night. When I got home, I had to get rid of them because ain't no telling what would happen if I decided to wear them again after they got washed. That's a chance I was not willing to take.