College is stressful. I’m just going to start off with that.
One afternoon after three back-to-back classes on a hot, summer day I took a nice, long nap. I woke up 30 minutes before the cafeteria closed and had to rush to get over there.
My contacts were foggy, my hair was puffy from the humidity, and I had sleep marks on my face – I was not ready to face the world.
After managing to find my ID to enter the caf I went into the food desert. I’m not speaking of the typical one – the one that surrounds low-income neighborhoods with poor food choices that ultimately shortens lifespans and decreases energy – but I’m talking about the college food desert. That’s the place where everywhere you turn is bland food, and the few “good” items are guarded by insanely long lines of hormonal and starving young adults. I decided to get a salad.
As I was reaching to get a plate, a guy – I think he was a basketball player – said something to me. I forgot to mention that I had in headphones; just in case I saw someone I knew and I could ignore them by saying I didn’t see them or hear them calling my name.
“What,” I asked the guy, clearly annoyed that anyone would try to talk to me. I’m really cranky when I wake up too early. He tried to say it again, but I had to take my other earphone out.
I knew by then he could tell I was annoyed, but he just said louder, “Your panties are showing.”
Complete. And utter. Embarrassment.
My. Panties. Were. Showing.
My Fruit of the Loom, auburn-black-white abstract, granny panties were halfway up my back, and so was my shirt.
This is all in hindsight.
At the time, I blandly mutter a thanks and yanked my shirt down in hopes that I covered them but still not with enough energy to truly care.
Moral of the story, don’t wake me up while I’m in the middle of my nap. Oh, and always check to make sure your clothes are straight, especially when there are cute guys around.
I just wanted to share something personal with my followers so that you guys can get to know me better and hopefully hear my voice through my writing.
P.S. I know it’s not Thursday yet…. 😉