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| mollie |
Confined to barracks as a result of the collywobbles I managed on Saturday to go and see my dear daughter in Canterbury. I decided that I would nip into Croydon first as I had promised her a pair of linen trousers. I needed some stuff from Boots, and I thought that I would have a look in a coupled of other shops too. I chose my underwear so that my dress would not stick to my knickers - and I chose slippery nylon ones, put the sun frock on the top, for it was a warm day. I parked in town and headed for the Golden Arches as I had awarded myself a MaccyD breakfast.
I left there and headed towards a shop i frequent which was having a sale, noting that the escalatore fom TK Max was not working. The straps of the aforesaid sundress kept slipping off my shoulder, and were annoying me. Even more annoying was the fact that ther was nothing I liked in the shop I had gone into, and of course it was HOT. I popped into a afabric shop and bought sme safety pins and pinned the straps shorter, the progressed back via the now working escalator.
Through TK Max where the escalator might have been working but the aircon wasn't , but I struggled on.
By the time my slippery pants had developed a life of their own and required a little hitch every now and then . Onwards ever onwards to Evans where I would get my daughter's trousers and by new pants and get rid of these by now rather annoying ones. I found what I wanted and joined the queue. The lady at the being served seemed to take forever, but the lady behind her didn't have armfuls of stuff, however she did have a young son who was trying on the jewellery and doing Michael Jackson moves to the background music. Finally the first lady moved off, and i started to hope. What a fool I was, the woman in front of me had a broken sandal. There were long discussions about how long ago she had bought them, amounts of wear were checked on the soles. Finally arrangements to return her money were made, and it was hurray my turn. A swift exchange of money and bag, and I was on my way to boots.
step step hitch, step step hitch.I journeyed onwards, by now carrying shopping bag , handbag and evans bag, as well as saving a hand for knicker hitching.
And into boots. Now I had all my bags and a Boots basket. I purchased shower gel and other bits and bobs, and as I stood, perusing what I had really gone into the shop fo I felt my knickers roll down from the top and settle at the top of my thighs.
So gentle reader, I have 3 bags, a basket, I'm sweating cobs, and now my knickers are falling down I looked around me furtively, and seeing no one i quickly dropped them, stepped out of them and put them in my bag and went off to pay. It was a relief really, perhaps I should have gone commando from the start , but then there'd not have been a tale for the Drama Llama to tell.
| 6 Jul 09, 10:23 PM CarolinaMoon IE, 5 yrs  |
Few things more annoying than knickers that try to head south by themselves  | |
| 7 Jul 09, 8:58 AM Mistress_Amethyst UK, 5 yrs   |
Well you always tell me to throw My knickers in the air So you cheated really... but at least you gave us a good laugh
xXAXx ~~If you don't like me it's your fault~~ | |
| 7 Jul 09, 9:39 AM x_Raven_x UK(CR), 6 yrs |
I think you should have tucked the discarded knickers behind an item on the shelves where you were stood. I can see the security staff in the office now who'd been watching you move around furtively, remove your knickers and tuck them behind an object on the shelf on their security cameras. As you left the store a gentle tap on your shoulder and a voice saying "excuse me madam do these belong to you" as he waved your knickers in the air for all to see.
Might have made a welcome change for them when they're usually nabbing someone for nicking stuff from the shop rather than leaving something behind Live your life in such a way that when
Your feet hit the floor in the morning,
Satan shudders and says:
"Oh Shit! She's Awake!" | |
| 7 Jul 09, 7:52 PM mollie UK(CR), 8 yrs |
lol, it was the JML stand - icould have put them behind the washing balls! Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?"/ Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."" |
