tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post1319516390664284572..comments2008-03-27T11:51:30.292-07:00Comments on just another ink-stained wretch: Cringing, stillBarbaraCAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15697477970050469367noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post-57958203131583297932008-03-27T11:11:00.000-07:002008-03-27T11:11:00.000-07:00baby pink pants (the early 80s), period, sitting c...baby pink pants (the early 80s), period, sitting cross-legged on the grass during lunch...that's all I'm gonna say (except it was a boy who told me which made it worse)Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03707312160893238672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post-63610099188372004512008-03-26T13:21:00.000-07:002008-03-26T13:21:00.000-07:00I heard one time that someone once, while wearing ...I heard one time that someone once, while wearing a skirt, ran out of a workplace bathroom with said skirt tucked into her underwear by accident. This person walked down a work hallway with her ass hanging out and didn't stop until someone (thankfully a woman) saw her and got her attention. I have no idea who this person is. I just read about it on all of the internets. I hear that person is still cringing too, although I wouldn't really know her personally or anything. Ahem.Marthanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post-80821734384769648832008-03-26T10:17:00.000-07:002008-03-26T10:17:00.000-07:00Oh, honey. I'm cringing, too. I have a story like ...Oh, honey. I'm cringing, too. I have a story like this, but with a wrap-around skirt.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100997854087554603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post-45346852146609377062008-03-25T19:37:00.000-07:002008-03-25T19:37:00.000-07:00I was 19, walking down the street, wearing a cute ...I was 19, walking down the street, wearing a cute little tank top I'd just bought. A car full of young men pulled up to the curb and the driver asked me for directions. It was a compact car, so I bent over to speak to them. They thanked me for the directions, then the driver grinned and said, "I like your top." I was thrilled, thanked him, and walked on.<BR/><BR/>A full six months later I happened to be wearing the same top, bent over, glanced down, and realized that it gaped clear to my navel. Since I generally went braless at the time, it finally hit me that the nice young man hadn't actually been complimenting the top.<BR/><BR/>That was 20 years ago, and I still feel like an idiot.Cobwebshttp://www.shadowmanor.com/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21014195.post-471439333268494482008-03-25T11:47:00.000-07:002008-03-25T11:47:00.000-07:00If your audience was made up of geeky runts like m...If your audience was made up of geeky runts like me and my friends, I am going to say that you WERE.Greghttp://www.geeseaplenty.comnoreply@blogger.com