Caterwauling

Ah, wrap shirts. A joy to wear if you have the cleavage to fill them up; but bad to wear if they don’t stay put.

Ahem.

So yesterday, I stopped at the bagel shop for java, breakfast and a salad to go. They’re usually indifferent at best toward me — they don’t even try to be polite. But yesterday, hoo BOY were all the men behind the counter killing themselves to wait on me! From the bagel dude to the cashier to others just loafing around, they were all chatty and flirty. I figured either something had to be amiss or maybe I’d gotten popular overnight.

As I was stirring my brew, I looked down and saw WHY I was a hit. The shirt had unraveled itself and I looked like one of those slimy guys who unbuttons his shirt to the waist and wears gold chains around his neck. (Only I just have a simple black cord with a silver Celtic love knot, but still.) Yep, the girls had been out the whole time!

The good news is that I’d just donned a brand-new bra, so it was all shiny and pristine and shit. *whew* You know, when your mother tells you to wear clean underwear because someone may see it, she isn’t kidding!

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