wearing this outfit to school, let alone work. It was more of a going to the club ensemble.
he is mouthing to me.
else to do.
chase the speeding maniac. I then called my Mom, I was crying. She
asked me, "Can you pick his pecker out in a line up?"
That outfit caused me nothing but trouble. I had quite an experience the next time I wore it, I was mistaken as an employee at a casino. That would be the last time, it has since been retired. I actually recently pulled the shirt out from the bottom of one of my drawers. That is what sparked my memory. Today the sweater is at Goodwill ready to wreak havoc in some unsuspecting purchaser’s life.
Now that I look back at the situation it reminds me of that scene in Bridget Jones' Diary when Daniel Cleaver sends emails back and forth about her nonexistent "You appear to have forgotten your skirt. As I think is made perfectly clear in your contract of employment, staff are expected to be fully dressed at all times" skirt. The only difference is the sexual advances made towards me were unwanted and Daniel Cleaver didn't whip it out and start a sexual revolution in the office, or on the expressway.
Is it really only me, as Mom says, or do things like this happen to you?