Okay you guys. This is real life wedgie stuff. The stuff of wedgie nightmares!
I wore some undies the other day that kept riding up on my left butt cheek. OKAY?! This is a post about a wedgie so we are GOING THERE, people. It was the left butt cheek.
I went for a walk that afternoon, as usual. When I go for walks with the bud I always listen to podcasts. I've got earbuds in for my listening pleasure so I can't hear people walking or running up from behind me very well.
You can see where this is going!!!!
While walking the undies were out of control. I couldn't handle it! I looked around, waited a bit - then made my move. I shifted the left side back into place and ahhhh, my butt was so grateful.
Not two minutes later, the undies were up to their slippery ways. I had to honor my original effort and let those undies know who's boss.
I shifted them again. YES! Felt so good.
Then, a couple minutes after my second HUGE UNDERWEAR ADJUSTMENT (i.e. butt-pick) I hear the wheels of a stroller behind me. I whip my head around in horror and there he is. A dad with an infant not two feet behind me. The look on his face... OMG. He saw BOTH picks. He had to. He was clearly maneuvering to pass me... because who wants to follow...a butt-picker?! UUUUGH. Those undies are OUTTA HERE.
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