A few years ago, I got home after a long day in court, and my daughter said, “oh my God!!!” The butt area of my pants had ripped open, showing both underwear and skin! It was a huge gaping hole. I had been in several courtrooms that day and then stood in a long line to get takeout. I was never able to narrow down exactly when the rip happened.
Okay, I nearly fell off my chair at that one. I would probably have appreciated the impromptu air conditioning but that we simply aren't TOLD by some kind soul?
I have 2 stories. Once getting up from an interview and my purse snagged my skirt as I stood up, hitching it up with it. I joked afterwards that I did NOT do it on purpose as part of my interview technique. But the more embarrassing one to me is when I saw a fellow male friend in the city and as we said hello, I happened to walk on top of some air vent which blew my skirt up, Marilyn Monroe style, as I desperately tried pushing it back down. Both he and I looked at each other, embarrassed, and walked on. There was no having a normal conversation after that.
Laughing, but with some residual pain . . . I once did the exact same thing, in one of Pasadena's toniest restaurants. On a very crowded Saturday night.
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I loved this story! I never tucked my skirt into my pantyhose but once I bought a really cheap suit for a job interview. I got a lot of compliment - it had a pretty pattern, but it wasn't well made, I knew that when I bought it, thought I'd only wear it once or twice. Well, I had my head fairly turned by all the compliments so wore it again..then again. On the fourth wear, I was walking down the hall and the skirt just opened up at the seams and fell off. Just plopped to the floor, not a sexy slither. Thank goodness I was right outside my own office so I leaped in, then had to call my assistant. to come in and save me. She brought me her workout gear, changed into that, drove home, got a new outfit, drove back to work, returned her workout gear. That was the end of fast fashion for me.
I love this. Reminds of that time I insisted on wearing really tight pants when I danced. I loved to show off my moves, and one of the end up with a split of the center seam from crotch to waistband all the way up the butt. Great air conditioning, bad look. Thank god that was years before cell phone cameras!
Oh my goodness, exactly this happened to me so many years ago, and I haven’t thought about in ages. I was in college, but I went to the Air Force Academy, so it was a bit of an atypical experience. A group of us were on a summer program where we visited an active duty base, and that evening, we were visiting the social club where there was drinking (if you were of age) and dancing. I was wearing these black velvet pants that I felt really good in.
While I was dancing, the back seam completely ripped, exposing my thong and bare bottom, but I didn’t realize it. I thought I felt something, but glanced around and everything seemed normal, so I kept dancing. But slowly, a crowd gathered, and I started to realize something was up. As I looked around, there were all these girls that I didn’t know kind of cheering me on, but I got uncertain and stopped and looked around more. Then this tall guy said, “Hey, I’m really enjoying the show, but I feel like I should tell you, your pants ripped!” That’s when I realized all these girls had been pointing, laughing, and gathering this crowd around me.
I went to the bathroom, grabbing two of the girls who I had traveled with along the way. I told them what happened, and asked one of them if I could borrow her hoodie to tie around my waist. They giggled and said, “Oh, it can’t be that bad, come on, let me see,” and then laughed harder when I showed them. Eventually, reluctantly, the one girl did lend me her hoodie. But what still burns me up today is seeing girls sabotage each other instead of supporting each other. The military is, as you can imagine, especially toxic for that, and it was a long time before I realized that this isn’t actually how girls should act if they’re your friends 🙄
Sydney, being that I am a veteran and I know the Academy well and actually did a leadership speech out there, this particular story burns me as well. I'm well aware that we're capable of this but it's inexcusable. Thanks for sharing, but I am sorry that you were treated this way.
I was, but I seriously doubt they were particularly cute. If I recall correctly, at that point in my life, it was before thongs and after I finally graduated after Granny pants that come up your bra line. So there was hope.
My great aunt did this coming out of the bathroom at the reception after my parents wedding! A waiter said “Madame” and pointed to her bum. She apparently just whisked her skirt out of her stockings and picked up another glass of wine! I don’t know, I can’t remember because I was two and a half (scandalous! Child born out of wedlock!)! These stories always make me smile 🙏🤭❤️
Hilarious. I once deftly carried two coffee cups for myself and a friend to the table she snagged at a busy bakery. I was 19. As I weaved my way through packed tables and patrons I eyed my friend in the distance laughing yet trying to mouth something to me. The folks I passed were chuckling and glancing in the direction of my chest. Alas I arrived at our table. My friend pointed to my blouse. The strategic third button had opened exposing my maroon lacy bra. Full frontal bra. I’m sure my cheeks turned raspberry red. I smiled at the crowd and enjoyed my coffee.
A few years ago, I got home after a long day in court, and my daughter said, “oh my God!!!” The butt area of my pants had ripped open, showing both underwear and skin! It was a huge gaping hole. I had been in several courtrooms that day and then stood in a long line to get takeout. I was never able to narrow down exactly when the rip happened.
Okay, I nearly fell off my chair at that one. I would probably have appreciated the impromptu air conditioning but that we simply aren't TOLD by some kind soul?
I have 2 stories. Once getting up from an interview and my purse snagged my skirt as I stood up, hitching it up with it. I joked afterwards that I did NOT do it on purpose as part of my interview technique. But the more embarrassing one to me is when I saw a fellow male friend in the city and as we said hello, I happened to walk on top of some air vent which blew my skirt up, Marilyn Monroe style, as I desperately tried pushing it back down. Both he and I looked at each other, embarrassed, and walked on. There was no having a normal conversation after that.
those are great, Chris! I swear, you have to wonder how many kilt stories the Scots have about high winds.....
Laughing, but with some residual pain . . . I once did the exact same thing, in one of Pasadena's toniest restaurants. On a very crowded Saturday night.
Perhaps not forever, but for now. Since I do write for a living at some point I'll need to request paid subscriptions but I won't paywall everything, promise!
Gracefully handled
Thank you!
I loved this story! I never tucked my skirt into my pantyhose but once I bought a really cheap suit for a job interview. I got a lot of compliment - it had a pretty pattern, but it wasn't well made, I knew that when I bought it, thought I'd only wear it once or twice. Well, I had my head fairly turned by all the compliments so wore it again..then again. On the fourth wear, I was walking down the hall and the skirt just opened up at the seams and fell off. Just plopped to the floor, not a sexy slither. Thank goodness I was right outside my own office so I leaped in, then had to call my assistant. to come in and save me. She brought me her workout gear, changed into that, drove home, got a new outfit, drove back to work, returned her workout gear. That was the end of fast fashion for me.
I love this. Reminds of that time I insisted on wearing really tight pants when I danced. I loved to show off my moves, and one of the end up with a split of the center seam from crotch to waistband all the way up the butt. Great air conditioning, bad look. Thank god that was years before cell phone cameras!
Oh my goodness, exactly this happened to me so many years ago, and I haven’t thought about in ages. I was in college, but I went to the Air Force Academy, so it was a bit of an atypical experience. A group of us were on a summer program where we visited an active duty base, and that evening, we were visiting the social club where there was drinking (if you were of age) and dancing. I was wearing these black velvet pants that I felt really good in.
While I was dancing, the back seam completely ripped, exposing my thong and bare bottom, but I didn’t realize it. I thought I felt something, but glanced around and everything seemed normal, so I kept dancing. But slowly, a crowd gathered, and I started to realize something was up. As I looked around, there were all these girls that I didn’t know kind of cheering me on, but I got uncertain and stopped and looked around more. Then this tall guy said, “Hey, I’m really enjoying the show, but I feel like I should tell you, your pants ripped!” That’s when I realized all these girls had been pointing, laughing, and gathering this crowd around me.
I went to the bathroom, grabbing two of the girls who I had traveled with along the way. I told them what happened, and asked one of them if I could borrow her hoodie to tie around my waist. They giggled and said, “Oh, it can’t be that bad, come on, let me see,” and then laughed harder when I showed them. Eventually, reluctantly, the one girl did lend me her hoodie. But what still burns me up today is seeing girls sabotage each other instead of supporting each other. The military is, as you can imagine, especially toxic for that, and it was a long time before I realized that this isn’t actually how girls should act if they’re your friends 🙄
Sydney, being that I am a veteran and I know the Academy well and actually did a leadership speech out there, this particular story burns me as well. I'm well aware that we're capable of this but it's inexcusable. Thanks for sharing, but I am sorry that you were treated this way.
Oh my god. I hope you were wearing cute undies. TELL ME YOU WERE WEARING UNDIES!
I was, but I seriously doubt they were particularly cute. If I recall correctly, at that point in my life, it was before thongs and after I finally graduated after Granny pants that come up your bra line. So there was hope.
Cannot recall who once said.. ‘there just ain’t no accountin for some people's behaviour.. !
lovin it.. what a sight !
😂😂😂 This was perfect for my Saturday morning coffee ☕️ 😂 Thank you for never being too shy to share these parts of yourself!
lol! You handled you're situation well! I hid behind a male co-worker who did his best to help. :-D
hey, we all cope as best we can. I have a showman streak....my instinct is to turn it into fun but that took a while to develop!
My skirt fell down when I was at the zoo with my Grandchildren!!!
Your story jolted my memory... https://francescabossert.substack.com/p/night-moves?r=27ovr5 (oh dear! I still cringe thinking about it, approximately 40 years later!
We have all done this!
Amen!
I recognize that skyline. We might have met on a patio back in the day. I remember a few “Jerk” comments thrown my way by lovely ladies 🙄
https://deerambeau.substack.com/p/check-please
My great aunt did this coming out of the bathroom at the reception after my parents wedding! A waiter said “Madame” and pointed to her bum. She apparently just whisked her skirt out of her stockings and picked up another glass of wine! I don’t know, I can’t remember because I was two and a half (scandalous! Child born out of wedlock!)! These stories always make me smile 🙏🤭❤️
I love how they humanize. The more haughty I get the more likely something like this is coming my way. Honestly they do make the best tales!
Hilarious. I once deftly carried two coffee cups for myself and a friend to the table she snagged at a busy bakery. I was 19. As I weaved my way through packed tables and patrons I eyed my friend in the distance laughing yet trying to mouth something to me. The folks I passed were chuckling and glancing in the direction of my chest. Alas I arrived at our table. My friend pointed to my blouse. The strategic third button had opened exposing my maroon lacy bra. Full frontal bra. I’m sure my cheeks turned raspberry red. I smiled at the crowd and enjoyed my coffee.
These really are our best moments. When I think of highlight reels, these are my faves!