Im cringing for you Dawn...that is embarrasing..v funny but embarrasing!!..Bless! x
OK knicker time again:~
This is no great secret I tell this story often.
I was about 19 and still living at home. It was my Mum's birthday and for a gift I wanted to buy her a piece for the antique Wedgewood dinner service she was collecting (still is yawn yawn).
I cant recall how bc we didnt have internet in those days but I tracked some of the pieces down to an Antiques shop is some Godforsaken Provincial Town about 40 minutes train ride North of London.
(At night when I take my jeans off I whip my knickers off at the same time, no timewasting or repetative motions here, a well rehearsed and slick move in one).
So a few days before Mum's birthday Im up with the larks and ready for my journey. I put on clean knickers and my jeans from the night before and Im out the door.
I get to my destination and trapse around a bit but find the shop.
The shop was rather sumptious and very austere. The man who served me was so precise he made Jeeves as in Jeeves and Wooster seem like a right Chav! So Im standing there talking with PG Woodhouse about Wedgewood Patterns etc, trying not to sound too ignorant, when I happen to glance down at my feet and there by my ankle glaring at me were last nights KNICKERS.....(cue the Hicthcock Shower Scene music)!
Obviously the knickers from the night before, which I had forgotten about had wormed their way down the drainpipe of my jean during my expedition.
"OMFG...how do I get out of this one? If I walk away, or step aside the knickers will get left behind for CharleyBoy and all to see!"
So, motivated by panic, humiliation and sheer desperation just to get the hell out of there, I bring attention to them...
"Oh look there's a dirty pair of knickers on the floor" I squealed and pointed at them with horror! I speedily picked them up, shoved them in my bag and fled the building!
I laugh now, but still in some alone moments I cringe and Mum never got her Wedgewood that year!!