Not that I don't appreciate you, I do; you are very pretty and comfortable, you fit into the "floral" trend that is banging about right now, and you are quite unique. However, I have beef with you. Beef over THAT incident. Yes skirt, you know which incident I mean.
Now, I know that on the day of the incident it was very blustery and you couldn't help that. However, you could have chosen a better moment to decide to blow upwards and reveal my bottom to the whole of Chanterlands Avenue.
A better moment would have been one of the following:
- A moment when I didn't have my hands full, so I would have been able to use said hands to cover my dignity and push you back down to where you belong. Instead, I adopted a rather ungainly Marilyn Moroe-over-an-air-vent-esque pose, to try and maintain what was left of my modesty. However, unlike Marilyn, I didn't look sexy; I looked like a walrus trying to do a tap dance with his flippers superglued to the floor.
- A moment when a car full of men wasn't driving by. Yes skirt, I know you were particularly proud when you raised such a jubilant cheer from the men in the car, but that did draw a lot more attention to me than I actually wanted.
- A moment when I wasn't on a busy street. Lets face it. A lot of people had their eyes seared by my rear end that day. Chants Ave at lunch time = lots of shoppers, school kids and working people out to buy din-dins. By choosing a quieter time, or a quieter street, you could have saved many people from retinal and psychological damage.
- A moment when some of my more...erm... conservative knickers weren't in the wash. Unfortunately the knickers I was wearing at the time had a sort of see through back panel. So the people of Chants Ave didn't only see knickers... Oh no, they saw bum.
Many thanks and mucheos love,
Bee.
There's nothing like seeing a little bit of bum for free :)
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