Schadenfreude
My schaden, your freude.
Went for a walk through hospital on my lunch break, and bumped into an acquaintance, who I may possibly have a wee crush on.
She smiled and waved when she spotted me, and my tummy did that little social anxiety flip thing it does, I had enough time to give the usual internal instruction - "don't embarrass us", and then we met in the corridor and stopped to say hello... which was precisely when the strap of my convertible bra decided to slip it's mooring, ping with all the might it's elasticity could muster, which was just enough for the unattached end to flick out of my wide necked shirt, as my now unfettered boob gave in to gravity, the fabric cup of my bra being no match for the might of my mammary.
Smooth. Clearly I now need to include my undergarments in future instructions re suitable behaviour.
I don't get much action but I do get funny stories... gotta count for something right?
Went for a walk through hospital on my lunch break, and bumped into an acquaintance, who I may possibly have a wee crush on.
She smiled and waved when she spotted me, and my tummy did that little social anxiety flip thing it does, I had enough time to give the usual internal instruction - "don't embarrass us", and then we met in the corridor and stopped to say hello... which was precisely when the strap of my convertible bra decided to slip it's mooring, ping with all the might it's elasticity could muster, which was just enough for the unattached end to flick out of my wide necked shirt, as my now unfettered boob gave in to gravity, the fabric cup of my bra being no match for the might of my mammary.
Smooth. Clearly I now need to include my undergarments in future instructions re suitable behaviour.
I don't get much action but I do get funny stories... gotta count for something right?
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