The other day, I was walking into my office building and had my computer bag and purse slung across my shoulder. As I was walking in, two men ahead of me opened the door and stood aside so I could walk in the building first. It was very chivalrous. I did notice, however, that they had been chatting quite a bit before and now that I was walking in front of them had completely ceased talking. Curious. We all got in the elevator together and there was a very awkward and tense silence until they got off on the third floor. Curiouser.
I couldn’t imagine what had made those men stop talking so suddenly. Did they have an argument and were now giving each other the silent treatment? Had one of them said something so offensive as to render the other speechless? Were they playing the quiet game? It wasn’t until I reached my floor and stepped out of the elevator that I realized what had caused them to remain silent. I caught my reflection in the glass windows of my office door and realized my bags had apparently caught the edge of my skirt when I slung them over my shoulder and my entire right bum was exposed. I mean, not entirely exposed because I had on underwear but those guys definitely got a look at my bum.
Another humiliating win for Girl on the Contrary.