Y'all know I'm clumsy, as demonstrated in posts A through Zed...
It has been a hot minute since I've shared one of my clumsy (and 'should be' embarrassing) stories, so that's what I'm bringing to the table today. A lesson on why you should ALWAYS, I mean always check your pants before you put them on.
So this story took place a few years ago, when I was living in Halifax and working at a medical (sleep apnea to be exact) clinic. I was the receptionist in a small office, and at the time there were only three of us working in said office. For the record, neither of the two women that I was working with at the time knew that this issue took place. Because I completely kept it under wraps, until of course I decided to publicly share it with the world right at this very moment..
(like the classy broad that I am).
For the record, when I share this kind of
We had patients coming in and out of the office all morning, and for the most part - I was stuck behind the reception desk keeping busy. I got up to head down the hall to get things from our storage closet and back-room (where we kept our inventory) a few times, but remained pretty stationary for most of the morning. Around 11:30am (2.5 hours after getting there) I headed down the hallway to one of my colleagues offices to drop some paperwork off and came back to my desk.
On my way back to my desk, I discovered something. I discovered why the itch had left me. Right there, smack dab in the middle (it was actually not the middle, but pushed to the side)(I say middle for the ADDED DRAMATIC EFFECT) of the floor, was a bring pink pair of underwear. MY bright pink underwear. I panicked.
WHY IS MY UNDERWEAR ON THE FLOOR? I thought. Then quickly realized that my leg had been itching all morning because they must have been trapped in my pant leg. Crap, crap, crap. I panicked again. I realllllly hope nobody saw these. Then my mind started going through all the possible scenarios. I settled on the fact that at least it was a cute pair, and not an old ratty pair.
But seriously - THANK HEAVENS there wasn't a single person in the waiting room, and both of my colleagues had been in their offices all morning with back to back client work. To this day, I have no idea how long that pair of underwear sat on the floor, unnoticed. Actually, I don't know if it was unnoticed. There's a definite possibility that one of our patients actually SAW the underwear but didn't say anything.
That's my valuable life lesson for you fine people today. Check your pants.
Also, I guarantee that my colleague Mihnea just read this story on his train-ride to work and I'm never going to hear the end of this today...