Ever looked in the mirror to find a giant seed stuck in between your teeth and then internally died after counting all the people you have spoken to since the wholegrain sandwich you ate? Yep happened many times. Firstly thanks for telling me everyone!!! Now I have to come up with some kind of joke or reason as to why the seed was there to defend my feral eating habits. Confession; I shove my food in because who has time to sit and eat these days? My gosh how many times has this happened? Please people tell your friends.
Today I'm going to share a whole nother level of embarrassing! I'm wincing now just from the memory of it that has been scarred into my brain. Let's begin.
I was enjoying a bit of kid free time out and taking a stroll through the shops last week. About an hour into my window shopping I got the sense that everyone I walked past was looking at me. Okay Kell don't be self conscience no one cares what you look like or wearing. Trying to not make any eye contact I seriously felt like every pair of eyes were on me. Something must be on my face! I jumped on the escalator, I pulled out my phone and reversed the camera to see what the commotion was. Wanting to check my teeth I pretended I was texting and quickly gave a fake smile and laugh at the fake message to quickly glance at my gums. All clear hmmmm. Shoes on correct feet, leggings had nothing spilled on them so I was a little confused. Until...
Excuse me came a reluctant voice. I looked up to a lady pointing very awkwardly at my top. Not just my top but my chest! I looked down and there it was looking like a concealed weapon. The wire from my bra had popped out and was sticking through my jumper like a weird third boob. What the heck! And it's not like everyone who noticed would have thought oh look the wire from her bra has come out. What did this even look like to people who walked past me? What if I was searched in a shop for hiding stolen goods. I still had to make my way to the toilets to fix the giant wire that was ready to poke my eye out. Crossing my arms made it more obvious and holding a bag over my chest was weird enough to attract more on lookers. I didn't have much of a choice so spent the 40 metre walk pretending to scratch my neck and fix my hair.
Well I can officially say the bra was ready to retire. There was no mending without another possible escape and most likely again in public as my luck would have it. I can only now hope that I never see those people again and considering changing my appearance just in case ;)
Enjoy your Monday everyone and if you have a similar story or an embarrassing one don't hold back in sharing!
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