Accidentally.
Let me put that out there up front.
As regular readers of my blog would be aware, I am no stranger to the embarrassing incident. Especially when it comes to my nether regions. I blogged back in January about it here.
Now let me forewarn you that this story is more suited to the women readers of my blog – those that have certain situations…..monthly. Men, I know how you love to (can’t stand to) hear about out lady issues, so I am just forewarning you that you might proceed with caution.
A few weeks ago, my friend and I decided to go on a leisurely drive on a rainy day to get out of our respective houses and clear our head of the crap that had built up through the week.
Eventually about an hour and a half away from home we reached a national park. Where we found this little guy, who did not look at all pleased to see us.
Welcome – pleased to meet you! So happy you could drop by on this cold and rainy day!
He was especially not very happy when my friend decided to make a certain hand gesture in his general direction….
This little dude looks angry
Anyway back to the story.
As I got out of the car at our impromptu pit stop, I felt….lets just call it “the monthly lady feeling of dampness” that meant that I needed to hop to it pronto to a supermarket or chemist.
Which is exactly what we did…to the nearest supermarket, where I purchased said important items and then went looking for the nearest toilet, which, in this case, just happened to be one of those combination toilet/disabled toilet/baby change table type situations. You know – the ones with the sliding frosted glass doors. All space age like.
The entrance was opposite a bottle shop and right of the main corridor entrance to the supermarket.
I pressed the “Open Door” Button and went in. When the door closed I hit the “Door Lock” about three or four times. The light to say “Door Locked” wasn’t working so I figured that it must be locked.
The only place to “fix my problem” was right behind the door. Frosted Glass remember? I couldn’t see anyone through the glass and so I figured they couldn’t see me.
I unwrapped the “item” needing unwrapping and had pulled down my jeans and my undies to around my knees.
Just as I was bending over (semi naked remember) to fix my “issue”…
The door was kicked open. KICKED OPEN. By a group of 3 teenage boys around 14 or 15 years old. Remember – I was standing right behind the door. Everyone in the corridor, and everyone in the bottle shop all saw my semi nakedness in all its pale wintery glory. And of course the “accident” in my undies.
Nice visual Hey?
Mortified. I was mortified, and am still mortified writing this blog post.
I pressed the “Door Close” button whilst at the same time pulling up my jeans and literally jumping out of the way of the door. Of course the door took like 5 seconds which is. The. Longest. Time. Ever. When you don’t have any pants on. Anyway I got the door shut and finished what I had to finish.
I hope you are all laughing. Because I wasn’t. Not for at least an hour later.
All my friend could say was: “Of course that would happen to you”.
It’s like the world gives me things to blog about.
Would love to hear about anyone else’s embarrassing moments….can you top that one?
