The awesomeness of today's Unique Moment is a wonderful opportunity to break the silence of this blog. But I must warn you: this incident is shocking. It is disturbing. It is life-altering!
As I walked through my neighborhood I did feel a certain excess of interest in my person, but heat-induced flashes of Megalomania prohibited me from locating the source of this extra-interest. I just put it down to the Hot Mama Effect, and I don't know why I should not revel in it just a teeny-weeny bit. Or rather: i did not know. Because now i do!
But I did not find out until about an hour later. Until after presenting myself at various shops and parading through the entire neighborhood along my usual route. Just to make sure…
Until - at last!!! - a woman in the park kindly pointed out to me the fact that my trouser was torn at the back. You get the image of the sheer, white moon breaking through dark night clouds? That's the image everyone got.
This was a moment of
Firstly, you understand the importance of that tiny moment in the day when you decide on your underwear.
Secondly, you instantly understand the merits of a witness protection program.
Thirdly, I think I want to die!
It was less of a wardrobe malfunction than a case of disproportionate love. I just loved these trousers so much that I have worn them to shreds. Now of course I have cast the offending garment out of sight, and no, I did not first have a look at the extend of the damage. I do not think the image of flashing skin could ever be erased from my memory. Speaking of which: I am sure there are ways of forgetting this incident. I think binge-drinking is one of them.
Wish me luck.