I was still in my work clothes that day: high heels, black pants, and a purple button up shirt. After wearing high heels ALL day and then going up and down the aisles of the grocery store, I was ready to take those shoes off. But that would be disgusting.
Anyways, I was in aisle 13 or so when I had a horrifying discovery. I was holding a jar of Prego in my hand when I looked down and realize that a button of my shirt had come undone!! The top button was buttoned, but the one right below it was not... and ya'll... I WAS GIVING PEOPLE A SHOW! It wasn't one of those buttons that doesn't matter. This was a button that was pretty much anything you needed to see. I out loud said "Oh My Gosh!!" and put the Prego back on the shelf while I tried to put myself back together.
Now, girls, here is where I am a little irked. I was in Aisle 13!! Lord knows how many stay at home moms and lovely women I walked past. Why didn't any of these dear women say anything?? I had been feeling like people were staring at me. At one point I pulled out my compact and made sure nothing was on my face. But nope, nothing was on my face. Why wouldn't they tell me? I thought maybe they think I'm just a floozy and I am intentionally having my shirt gaping wide open. But there is no way they thought that because the top button was buttoned.
Come on ladies!!! Help a girl out!! If I saw a girl walking by with her business all over the place I would TOTALLY stop and tell her! What is the deal?! I got out of that store as fast as I could. With my three cute pumpkins that now adorn my kitchen counter.
Moral of the story: Ladies, if you see a young girl trying to get through her grocery shopping and is so distracted that she doesn't realize that she is giving all of Kroger a free show, HELP A SISTER OUT!!!
6 comments:
haha! oh gosh!
Well as I was reading your post I thought--Monday evening, grocery store, Houston--I cringed thinking of how crowded it must have been...maybe everyone was so busy trying to get out there that they didn't look up!
I always wonder if someone would tell me at church if something like that happened...it's always been a weird fear of mine!
Gurrrrl, this has totally happened to me too. So mortifying. And for the life of me, I cannot figure out why people just don't say something!!! I mean, really!
It's your duty as a woman to pick stray hairs off shoulders, alert about buttons or zippers that are undone, or help a girl who's spilled her purse! womanhood. it's tough.
Oh my gosh!! I would DIE! And, yes...the next time I see a damsal in distress...I'm helping her out!
hahahah OH BLESS!!!!!!!
What am i going to do with you??? :)
My issue is there is never anyone wearing a button down shirt in this state but, me! Everyone else wears big sweatshirts with Moose on them :)
I am the floozy in GF!!!!!
Bless your heart!It has happened to us all! So sorry you were caught with all your stuff out there!
Jo, you aren't the floozy in GF, just the only stylish one!
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