smartygirl (smartygirl) wrote,
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The Unexpected Breeze

There is no graceful way to get out of my car wearing a skirt.

Last night I was dropping off my rent at the auto body shop my landlord owns. It was late, so I thought nothing of pulling in the driveway and blocking the parked cars – after all, I was only going be the two seconds it took to slip my money order in an envelope, and then the envelope through the mail slot on the door. No sooner had I gotten out of my car then a little old man hurried over and started telling me to move.

“I’ll be just a second,” I started to say, “I just have to….”

The little old man interrupted me, his eyes bugging out of his wrinkly little head. “Okay, I go now,” he stammered, “I go. I go.” And before I knew it, he’d disappeared behind his own car.

I was a little confused, I mean, I hadn’t said anything rude had I? That’s when the breeze picked up; I realized I was a bit colder than I should have been.

My skirt was hiked up around my waist. Completely. As a fact, it looked like I wasn’t even wearing a skirt, just a baggy black belt. Yeah, so, that was special.
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