Tanned, rested and ready?

Tanned, rested and ready?

So Hawaii was wonderful. Beautiful weather, best food we ever had on a vacation, old friends, and best of all, a lack of household duties. Hubby and I ranked it as one of our top three trips, and that’s saying something.

Wanna hear a funny vacation foundation undergarment story?

I knew you would.

Hubby and I were at the fancy awards dinner. I was wearing my black fancy dress, and my new foundation undergarment (without which I couldn’t have worn the fancy black dress).

Inevitably, I had to use the ladies’ room. I got into the stall, and having never worn this kind of undergarment before, had no idea how I was going to remove it to pee.

No idea.

I ended up taking off my whole dress, and removing the entire undergarment in order to relieve myself. It took a while, and I’m sure there was audible huffing and puffing and cursing.

My friend was in the next stall and finished way before I did. She thought to herself, “Sounds like there’s some trouble.”

When I was sitting down on the toilet, I noticed the crotch fasteners. Figures.

I emerged, face reddened, slightly disheveled, a little later, feeling much better and a little smarter.

I concluded I would wear the foundation undergarment again if needed, and when going to the bathroom, I would do the same thing all over again. There’s no way I could have maneuvered the hooks and loops in the crotch of that thing.

Can you imagine? What would I do? Knock on the stall, “Hey, how about a hand over here?”

I don’t think so.

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