So I’ve just come back from the shops, where thankfully I only went to one shop (a pet shop) and also thankfully the ‘RSPCA animal dating’ event they were apparently having had just finished. When i got home I hopped out of the car, went to fix my shirt and realised that my shirt was tucked into my underwear. Yep, striped undies and they were above my pants line. No hiding that. Stupid thing is, I saw it in the mirror in the bathroom before I walked out of the house and thought ‘whoops, should probably fix that’. Well I didn’t. I guess something distracted me like .1 of a second after I had that thought.
Well something similar to this happened not long ago where I was at a bottlo and saw a girl with a see-through shirt. I was chuckling to myself and talking to the chatty young guy behind the counter and thinking that this poor girl walked out of her house not even realising that her shirt was see-through. So I got home, look in the mirror and my singlet I’m wearing is see-through. I kid you not, you couldn’t make this kind of stuff up. This is my life. I guess that was punishment for chuckling at the girl and it might just explain why the guy was so chatty to me.
Well I’m not going to win any points for classiness either way because when he asked what kind of wine I was after, I answered ‘yeah whatever is the cheapest, it’s not for me’. Hahaha in my defence, it wasn’t a present or anything, it was for my mum and after 2 wines she’s dancing around the room. I did the maths and she got a 6 buck bottle of plonk. Drink up, mum!