Bra. Of all things, that’s what I forgot the other day. It wasn’t my house keys, my bus pass, my lunch. It was my freakin bra. How does this happen, you ask? Good question. I was having one of those mornings where I tried on a million outfits, but I wasn’t feeling any of them. I looked up at the clock and realized I was going to be late to my morning meeting. In a panic, I decided the tight snake skin stretchy shirt looked fine on me and zoomed out the door. Half way between work and home and halfway sandwiched between 2 sweaty men on the Muni, I reached underneath by trench and realized I had forgotten an essential undergarment. I could stop here and tell a joke: You know you’re flat as a pancake when…Anyway, at that point, it was too late to go home, so I just had to deal. BTW- Walgreens only sells emergency underwear and NOT bras. It was 80 degrees and hot as hell that day, but I kept my cardigan on the whole day with my arms crossed firmly against my chest. Oiy vay! I shared mine, now what’s yours? Any embarrassing moments that can top this? I’m all ears!
(I’m a bit of a prude, so I’m not going to show you what my bra collection looks like. I still feel like this post needs a visual, so here’s a shot from Jean Paul Gaultier’s De Young exhibit…bra peaking out of luggage chest. )