Pick or What?
I had the biggest wedgie on my way back to the office this morning after getting my Starbucks Grande Coffee. Starbucks is about 3 blocks down the road and today there was some guy walking a few feet behind me on my trek back. I knew because I could hear his keys jingling not far from my ass. I didn't want to turn around to look how close behind me he was but I knew he could see my wedgie. I decided not to pick it out in case he worked in the same building as me. I couldn't bare the thought of having to share the same elevator with the guy who had front row seats to one of my wedgie picking episodes. I decided to leave it there. Untouched. It kept creeping though. Moving ever so slowly in to the depths of my crack. (I HATE THAT!) So then I wondered -- what is worse anyway? Watching the girl in front of you (wearing a very cute summer skirt) pick out her wedgie -- or watching the wedgie creep further and further in to her crack as she walks down the street? I DID have to ride the elevator with him after all so I think I'm just glad I didn't pick it.
posted by Jessiedc28 @ 9:38 AM
2 Comments:
You made the right choice. There is nothing groser than watching someone pick out the wedgie, and most likely, with a skirt, he couldn't see it anyways.
Good to know that someone else is living in my world. Fuck him. Pick it, and turn around and grin maniacally back at him and wink. Or don't if he's cute.
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