Sometimes I am afraid that somebody might have wished me an interesting life. Things happen to me that don't seem quite normal. Once, when I was young (many, many years ago) I was downtown waiting for a bus home after I got off work. I stood on the corner with a group of other tired people heading home also. Finally the bus pulled up to the stop. We shuffled into a line and began to get on the bus. I was about the third person from the door when my underpants fell off. Yes, you heard me. I was wearing a skirt and sandals and as I started forwrd my undies fell off. There was sudden silence all around me. Everyone in line stood frozen staring at my ankles where my pink flowered undies coiled. Trying to act cool as though this was a completely normal thing I was paralized for a second. I was pretty sure I didn't want to bend over and hike them up under my skirt so I did the only thing I could think of. I stepped out of my panties and calmly got on the bus, leaving the sorry little things on the ground. I did take note that no one stepped on them as they boarded and I also noticed that no none wanted to sit next to me on the way home.
A few weeks later my mom was doing the laundry and she remarked she hadn't seen my flowered undies in the wash for a while. "Don't know where they are" I told her.
"Well, they can't just fall off and dissapear", she said.
I wisely remained silent.
Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about the time I stuck in the theater.
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