My wedge heel caught in my wide leg trouser.
Sliding down the garage forecourt on my front like I was competing in the skeleton bob, I convinced myself that no one would have noticed.
At least I got a round of applause.
Thursday, 13 May 2010
An Old Low Point
Being eighteen and full of it, I replaced the petrol cap on my car and strutted through the garage flicking my blonde hair, knowing that every other customer there was male.
My wedge heel caught in my wide leg trouser.
Sliding down the garage forecourt on my front like I was competing in the skeleton bob, I convinced myself that no one would have noticed.
I stood up, blinking back the tears pretending not to be in agony, to realise that my black vest top had come down and my now grazed breasts were exposed.
At least I got a round of applause.
My wedge heel caught in my wide leg trouser.
Sliding down the garage forecourt on my front like I was competing in the skeleton bob, I convinced myself that no one would have noticed.
At least I got a round of applause.
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I also need to add that ten-ish years later, at the same garage, I strutted into the temporary kiosk (the shop was being extended and having major work done) to pay for my petrol, yapping away to the assistant. We both jumped as we heard the smash of my three day old car hitting the front of the scaffold covered shop.
ReplyDeleteLeft the handbreak off.
Whilst reversing my vehicle out of the shop, I got another round of applause.
I know I would have been mortified if these things had happened to me, but I couldn't help but laugh reading this! I hope you can look back on them and laugh too :-D x
ReplyDeleteHilarious, love it! Will you be going back there or using another establishment lol?
ReplyDeleteI always stayed using the same place. The staff used to adore (pity) me and even give me a bottle of wine in a gift bag every Christmas!
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