Um.....hi!
This is awkward.
But......who just did a search on my blog for the word "panties"? It set off all sorts of bells and alarms. (predator alerts!)
LOL!
Did the warden let you use the computer today?
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Showing posts with label panties. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, September 8, 2008
Embarrassing Gym moment #17
As usual, I'm running late. I throw some laundry in the machine while I get ready for work. Due to an unforeseen mascara incident, I'm really running really late now. I scramble to the door, stopping at the dryer just long enough to shove my gym clothes into my gym bag.
After a long hectic day, I'm on my way to the gym. I'm a little bit hungry and low on energy. (In my rush this morning, I forgot my sweet potatoes. And, its' not like I can just stop anywhere and pick one up.) I change into my clothes, trying to be as modest as possible. (and avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the locker room). Since I'm late, my plan is to go on the treadmill, covering up my time on the machine with my towel, and pretend that I've been there the whole time. Sneaky, eh?
I jump on the first machine I see, and hop along like I've been doing this for a while now. As I'm walking along, I feel something weird at the back of my neck. At first, I think that my hair is stuck partially in my shirt, but it's not. I casually bat at my back, but don't feel anything. I continue to walk along, still feeling something weird on me. I try to reach behind me, but I do it half-assed since I'm afraid of losing my balance and falling off the machine. Nothing. I glance behind me, and try to read the people faces in the row behind mine. Nothing out of the ordinary, so I continue walking. I imagine that my shirt must be tucked into my sports bra, but its not. I pull down my shirt, thinking that my shirt might be tucked into my pants. (That would give everyone a clear view of my ba-dunk-a-dunk.) No, it's not tucked in.
Finally, Tyrese starts to head over to me. I'm nervous about getting caught skimming my time. Just as he gets to me, I whip my head around, AND FEEL SOMETHING CRAWLING DOWN MY BACK! I jump off the machine, and look back, expecting to see the biggest hairiest spider ever. We both look over to the machine, just in time to see a pair of my panties roll off the treadmill and come to a complete stop right in front of Tyrese.
Really.
I looked him straight in the eye, stepping over the rolled up thong, and said, "ready to go??" while invoking the biggest smile I could muster. And blinking. Blinking alot.
He looked at me. Looked at the panties. Shook his head, and walked with me to the weight room.
Neither of us ever mentioned this again.
What's the lesson of the day?? Always check your clothes for static cling stow-aways.
P.S. I never found out what happened to those panties. Oh, and remember, they were clean, at least!
After a long hectic day, I'm on my way to the gym. I'm a little bit hungry and low on energy. (In my rush this morning, I forgot my sweet potatoes. And, its' not like I can just stop anywhere and pick one up.) I change into my clothes, trying to be as modest as possible. (and avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the locker room). Since I'm late, my plan is to go on the treadmill, covering up my time on the machine with my towel, and pretend that I've been there the whole time. Sneaky, eh?
I jump on the first machine I see, and hop along like I've been doing this for a while now. As I'm walking along, I feel something weird at the back of my neck. At first, I think that my hair is stuck partially in my shirt, but it's not. I casually bat at my back, but don't feel anything. I continue to walk along, still feeling something weird on me. I try to reach behind me, but I do it half-assed since I'm afraid of losing my balance and falling off the machine. Nothing. I glance behind me, and try to read the people faces in the row behind mine. Nothing out of the ordinary, so I continue walking. I imagine that my shirt must be tucked into my sports bra, but its not. I pull down my shirt, thinking that my shirt might be tucked into my pants. (That would give everyone a clear view of my ba-dunk-a-dunk.) No, it's not tucked in.
Finally, Tyrese starts to head over to me. I'm nervous about getting caught skimming my time. Just as he gets to me, I whip my head around, AND FEEL SOMETHING CRAWLING DOWN MY BACK! I jump off the machine, and look back, expecting to see the biggest hairiest spider ever. We both look over to the machine, just in time to see a pair of my panties roll off the treadmill and come to a complete stop right in front of Tyrese.
Really.
I looked him straight in the eye, stepping over the rolled up thong, and said, "ready to go??" while invoking the biggest smile I could muster. And blinking. Blinking alot.
He looked at me. Looked at the panties. Shook his head, and walked with me to the weight room.
Neither of us ever mentioned this again.
What's the lesson of the day?? Always check your clothes for static cling stow-aways.
P.S. I never found out what happened to those panties. Oh, and remember, they were clean, at least!
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