I was at work the other day and went to the bathroom. Walking back to my office, my underwear started creeping up my butt. Now I know I'm old and set in my ways, but I really don't know how anyone can stand thongs. Everyone I know who wears them thinks they're great but I just can't get around the fact that you're deliberately giving yourself a wedgie. I'm getting sidetracked. So anyway I turn into our office and try to discreetly remove the wedgie from my butt. For some reason I turned around and there was some guy I'd never seen before walking behind me straight towards our office. Why does this always happen to me??? Why couldn't I have waited until I was safely behind my desk to pick underwear out of my butt??
Thank God he didn't come into our office. I was mortified enough without having to actually speak to him. Sad thing is, I don't remember what he looks like so I can't even avoid seeing him again. I'm sure remembers me though, because how many people do you actually get to follow down the hall while they're doing the duck walk trying to get panties out of their butt? While being completely oblivious to their surroundings? I'm also sure every time he sees me he tells whoever he's with that he saw me picking my butt. That sounds paranoid doesn't it??
I'm so stoopid.