Have you ever had one of those moments where you think to yourself, "This can't be happening to me?"
Then, you should probably quit reading. You are perfect, and I probably hate you. (Not really, but, you know, hate is like a little bit of sugar. It just helps you swallow things that much easier.)
And really, after today's moment, I will probably need a truck full of sugar to step foot in the gym again.
You see, after arriving at the gym and depositing El at the playroom, I made my way to the cubbies to remove all of my extra clothes I was wearing. (Of course, all of these extra clothes would be completely unnecessary if Jack Frost would just die, but that is another post entirely.) First, I stripped off my hat and gloves. Then, I peeled off my husband's comfy sweatshirt leaving me in my favorite teal workout tee. Finally, I pulled my warm ups down and off haphazardly yanking them over my tennies. It was then that I first noticed the draft on my legs.
And, instantly, my heart stopped and my face turned a lovely shade of crimson.
Not only had I pulled off my warmups, but in my haste to get to my workout, I had also pulled off my workout shorts in the process.
I was standing in the middle of the gym with a cute workout tee, tennies, and my exposed panties for all the world to see.
My first thought?
At least I do not have on my granny panties! Whew!!
And the second?
How many people are witnessing this right now?
As it turns out, while I was hurriedly putting my shorts back on, I darted my eyes around the facility and noticed that 1) It was quite empty, and 2) No one seemed to notice that I had, in fact, mooned the patrons with my black panties.
Although, I am not sure of this fact in the least. It is possible that I may be on some employee bulletin board later this week, but, I digress.
The worst part about this is that ( and I am embarrassed to actually write this down), this is not the first time that I have de-pantsed myself in public.
I know. I know.
You think that I would have learned to be a bit more careful.
Although, the last time that it happened, I am absolutely positive that there were witnesses to my mortification.
How, you ask?
The last time that I pulled my warm ups off, complete with my shorts too, I was up in front of the gym classroom, teaching the step aerobics class.
Try to live that one down!
Thank God I was wearing clean undies . . . both times!
****I'd like to include this in Travis' Memoir Monday! He is one funny, fishing guy!