Years ago I walked in the Chicago Marathon. The only walkers permitted were those willing to fund-raise for juvenile leukemia. I signed on with three friends and we made it our job to prepare by walking mile after sweaty mile. Naturally, I got into darn good shape.
The evening before the marathon my husband hired a car to ferry me I to the city. We were staying at the Men’s Athletic Club, a jazzy joint one of my friend’s husbands belonged to.
After I climbed out of the car and leaned into the back seat to pull out my small suitcase, I was surprised the driver kept me talking on the curb. I thought, “What a nice friendly fellow.”
Finally, I entered the hotel. The lobby was packed with men of all sizes and stripes. As I strolled past the reception desk all those male eyes were riveted on me. The millions of miles walking had paid off. I clearly looked smoking hot!
To get to my room, I needed to ascend a long open winding staircase. Enjoying the attention I slowed my pace, swung my hips, sashayed those steps and relished the moment.
Upon arriving I called my friends. While on the phone I turned to the full-length mirror intending to dwell on the amazing, wondrous beauty of me.

That’s when I saw the hem of my dress was tucked firmly into the waistband of my pantyhose. And I wasn’t wearing any underpants.
Sigh. I had to go back through that lobby to meet my buddies. That was a radically different walk….

It’s funnier when looking at it through my rear view mirror. That night, not so much.
This is hysterical!!! and love your pictures! Now we know we can go through these things and the world doesn’t end! Loved that you shared!
Thanks for your comment. Mo pointed out I did the same thing at her Grandmother’s funeral. Seems I love showing off my (now drooping) ass.
I feel like you did something similar at a funeral. I remember it as being quite amusing.
Yes! It happened at Meem’s funeral. Ellen and Katie clued me in. I guess I loved showing off my (now drooping) ass.
Thanks for sharing. It is comforting to know I am not the only one this has happened to and boy do you and I pick the most discreet spots to shine and impress the masses. Will share my story with you another time for good laughs. Ugh…….
Looking forward to hearing it! Embarrassing moments are tough in the living but great laughs in the sharing.