Ah yes spring made a brief, fleeting appearance the other week. After years of surviving through the crap winters Vermont hands down I have realized you must strike when that 50 degree weather comes around. So it was going to be 60 out the other day, perfect time to reach into the deep recesses of my closet and pull out a skirt. Not being completely crazy I threw a pair of tights on underneath said skirt before heading out for the day. Thank god for this move.
While flitting about through campus I hear someone say my name. I should really know by now, whenever this happens, that I should simply run away and not look back. It never ends well. Nonetheless I looked back to find Mr. Awkward Central himself looking at me. Fwah, why must you be so good looking and around me when I am least expecting it. Determined to be smooth this time I made my way over for a little chat. The wind had a very different idea in mind for me. Just as he says, “You look nice today…” A severe gust of that lovely lake-side wind tunnels under my skirt and forces it to reach for the heavens. Suddenly all I can see is white fabric attempting to eat my face and I am suddenly aware that my underwear, while covered by tights, its still highly visible and high inappropriate for daytime flashing. I shoot my arms over my head, spill some coffee and strong-arm my skirt back into it’s rightful place; covering me. With a bright red face I excuse myself from the small crowd that is gathering stating I’m terribly late for class, even though it doesn’t begin for another 20 minutes and scurry away, skirt held firmly down.
This woman’s face pretty much expresses how my inner soul felt, horrified.
I will now invest in small weights to sew into the hem of my skirt in order to prevent another scenario such as this from occurring.