This actually is my life. Its utterly boggles my rather blonde mind how I manage to do these 'things' so often. It happens almost everyday.
Take Friday for Example. I, for once, woke up a few hours early for 2-6 shift at work and so proceeded to catch up on watching films, when I noticed a crazy storm taking place just outside my bedroom window. When I say crazy I mean Armageddon crazy, with hail stones, thunder and lightening, the whole shit show of storms. You can imagine my happiness (as one who adores storms, no sarcasm intended) when I realised I would have to walk to work in this delightful weather, without a coat or an umbrella....and you know where I work.
Luckily, you would think, it stops just before I leave for work. 'Fantastic luck' I hear you cry and punch the air, but sadly not my friends, as minutes from work the storm starts again. The fucker drenched me, through my huddie, clothing, right through to my lovely lady bits.
This is just 'bad luck' I hear you say, I wish it was, as my day slowly got hilarious.
So as I work, soaking wet and possibly scaring customers off with my 'drowned rat' look, the elasticity in my tights (that I was wearing under my very topshopy Top Shop shorts) slowly starts to fail. I didn't notice this looming disaster until it was too late. When I was casually walking home from work my tights start to fall down below my shorts. So there I, unashamedly, walking home with arse hanging out my of shorts and tights dangling by my knee's.
And to top that particular day off, when I got home and started to change I heard a 'THUD'...as the work phone fell out of my back pocket and onto the floor. Smashing.
Oh and the title is also true.
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