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[vanillafluffy]

What's the most embarrassing moment you've had to live through? Do you look back at it now and laugh, or do you still cringe when you think of it?

The year was 1989. I'd lost quite a bit of weight over the course of about a year, going from 315 pounds down to 230ish at the lowest. I don't recall *exactly* how much I weighed at the time of this incident, but it was somewhere on the sunny side of 250.

I was working the night shift at an answering service, and frequently stopped at one convenience store or another to pick up a cold caffeinated beverage on the way in to work (Start time, 11PM).

At the time, I didn't have a washing machine at my house, and I hadn't been to the laundromat for a while...long enough to be down to the rattiest of the old panties at the bottom of the drawer.

So there I was at like, 10:45 at night, back near the cooler grabbing a big ol' Diet Coke, when the saggy, stretched-out panties succumbed to gravity and dropped down around my ankles without any prompting from me.

I was the only one in the store, not in line-of-sight of the cashier, but I had a feeling that trying to retrieve my undies might have made me a tad conspicuous. I abandoned them, paid for my drink, and got the hell out of there. I felt awfully drafty that night at work, but nobody noticed,or if they did, they didn't say anything to me. I blush to think of what whoever found those raggedy drawers thought!

It was probably about 15 years before I went into that particular convenience store again. I've also learned to cull my lingerie before it gets THAT bad.

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[cbtreks.livejournal.com]

*snicker* Something similar happened to me a church once. I was 18, in college, and attending a local church (my grandparents' - they lived in the town where I went to school - so people knew who I was). I had on pantyhose but they were a bit baggy in the crotch, which has always driven me nuts, so I put another pair of panties on over them, to hold them up. Except I didn't realize, in my hurry, that they were old panties with bad elastic. When the service was over and we were headed down the stairs to the vestibule (it was an old building), I could feel those panties starting to slither down my legs. I tried to get to the restroom, but when it became clear that wouldn't happen, I just let them drop, immediately sat down on the stairs and pulled them the rest of the way off. Of course everyone around me thought I'd fallen and I lied and told everyone that the elastic on my half-slip had broken and it had fallen off. I think I was forgiven that lie in church!

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Oooh, points for quick thinking. Me, I was just going for plausible deniability:Nope, not mine, I never saw those panties before in my life!


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