10:45am
July 17th, 2008
Wonderland Rd. and Springbank Rd.
London, Ontario
I'm going to Oakridge to pick up a couple of friends for a day in Grand Bend soaking up as little rays as possible while coated in Australian sunscreen.
As I'm driving I stop at a red light at Wonderland and Springbank.
A guy in a big black SUV taps on his window.
I roll down my window:
Guy: You've got something hanging out of your door.
Me: Oh? Thanks.
Guy drives off.
I open my door and am completely horrified.
I have been driving for the past 5 kilometers with my bra hanging out of my door.
And it's not just a little end of my bra. It's the whole damn thing.
Apparently in my haste to get to Grand Bend I inadvertently hooked my bra on the inside stitching of my bathing suit that I was wearing. And somehow didn't realize it until a random guy pointed it out.
Great. Just great.
As if being unemployed isn't destroying my self-esteem enough.
Perfect.
