Maria 60
03-18-2017, 01:23 PM
The other night I went for a drive in which I have been doing a lot of lately because I'm addicted but that's another story. I had just drove around for a few hours and it is just so relaxing, much better then staying at home and watching recorded soap operas all night.
I messaged my wife to see who was home because depending on who was home it would make the difference how much I would have to dress back, and she asked if I could pick her up a coffee.
I went to a drive thru coffee shop, I took off the wig and earrings and put on my jacket and a young kid working there handed me the coffee and when he handed me the change, he did it in a half ass manner, almost throwing it at me and the wind blew it out of my hand. WOW! I open my door and look down and I found a 5 dollar bill but where did the 10 go. I look down at myself and my wrap-around dress is totally open all I see is glowing white slip and now I can't get out of the car.
With a line up behind me I now pull into a parking space I try to put myself together trying as fast as I can to put my jeans on. I get out of the car and I hear my name, the car behind was my wife's friend with her daughter, she made a comment that she seen the money fly out of my hand and that they have all bone head teenagers working there. As she was talking all I'm trying to do is zipper up my coat because my pink top and my 36c 's are on display, and I never had a problem with that zipper till that night. I didn't get to close because I was wearing makeup and told her I have to go find my ten dollars, and praying it was dark enough that she didn't get a good look.
I was looking around outside and when there was a break I was going in between the cars, I told the kid to give me 10 dollars because it was his fault, he said I would have to come inside and deal with the manager. Under the situation I was in I looked around alittle more and decided to leave. I was alittle upset but I was more concerned about what my wife's friend seen, I then make my second mistake, I go put in gas. Im putting my card in and it's not working, the worker tells me over the intercom that I would have to pay inside, no problem right, I'm dressed anyway. I go inside and it's busy in there as I'm walking out the door I hold the door for a women to go in and as the door was closing a see a reflection of my back side, I take a better look and I guess because I put my pants on so fast at the coffee shop the straps of the wrap-dress are hanging down and the dress and slip are all gathered up at the top of my jeans. I look back at the people who wear behind me in line I didn't see them acting strange, so who knows. Then my mind went back to the coffee shop as I was going in between cars to look for the money if anyone saw anything.
I now get home upset about the 10 dallors and what had happened and I'm taking the garbage out, I had both hands on the garbage and I could feel the dress unraveling from behind, at this point I really didn't care, I now feel the dress down to my knees. Well the perfect ending to the night, the lady across the street who smokes 1 cigarette a week is now outside smoking and staring at me. I wave like nothing's wrong and walk back in the house with the dress almost all down.
My wife always told me that when it comes to my dressing things don't click for me, that I can't buy a break, it always has to be done the hard way.
I told her as soon as I slip I pay the price instintly, she told me to look on the bright side, when bad things happen they usally come in threes, I lost ten dollars, her friend seen my boobs, the people in line seen my dress and slip, and the lady across the street seen your dress. I told her that's more then three things, like she said when it come to my dressing it always come the hard way. My wife told me that I have to except that when I walk out that door I'm taking chances. Well that was my night, anyone else have an exciting night like mine.
I messaged my wife to see who was home because depending on who was home it would make the difference how much I would have to dress back, and she asked if I could pick her up a coffee.
I went to a drive thru coffee shop, I took off the wig and earrings and put on my jacket and a young kid working there handed me the coffee and when he handed me the change, he did it in a half ass manner, almost throwing it at me and the wind blew it out of my hand. WOW! I open my door and look down and I found a 5 dollar bill but where did the 10 go. I look down at myself and my wrap-around dress is totally open all I see is glowing white slip and now I can't get out of the car.
With a line up behind me I now pull into a parking space I try to put myself together trying as fast as I can to put my jeans on. I get out of the car and I hear my name, the car behind was my wife's friend with her daughter, she made a comment that she seen the money fly out of my hand and that they have all bone head teenagers working there. As she was talking all I'm trying to do is zipper up my coat because my pink top and my 36c 's are on display, and I never had a problem with that zipper till that night. I didn't get to close because I was wearing makeup and told her I have to go find my ten dollars, and praying it was dark enough that she didn't get a good look.
I was looking around outside and when there was a break I was going in between the cars, I told the kid to give me 10 dollars because it was his fault, he said I would have to come inside and deal with the manager. Under the situation I was in I looked around alittle more and decided to leave. I was alittle upset but I was more concerned about what my wife's friend seen, I then make my second mistake, I go put in gas. Im putting my card in and it's not working, the worker tells me over the intercom that I would have to pay inside, no problem right, I'm dressed anyway. I go inside and it's busy in there as I'm walking out the door I hold the door for a women to go in and as the door was closing a see a reflection of my back side, I take a better look and I guess because I put my pants on so fast at the coffee shop the straps of the wrap-dress are hanging down and the dress and slip are all gathered up at the top of my jeans. I look back at the people who wear behind me in line I didn't see them acting strange, so who knows. Then my mind went back to the coffee shop as I was going in between cars to look for the money if anyone saw anything.
I now get home upset about the 10 dallors and what had happened and I'm taking the garbage out, I had both hands on the garbage and I could feel the dress unraveling from behind, at this point I really didn't care, I now feel the dress down to my knees. Well the perfect ending to the night, the lady across the street who smokes 1 cigarette a week is now outside smoking and staring at me. I wave like nothing's wrong and walk back in the house with the dress almost all down.
My wife always told me that when it comes to my dressing things don't click for me, that I can't buy a break, it always has to be done the hard way.
I told her as soon as I slip I pay the price instintly, she told me to look on the bright side, when bad things happen they usally come in threes, I lost ten dollars, her friend seen my boobs, the people in line seen my dress and slip, and the lady across the street seen your dress. I told her that's more then three things, like she said when it come to my dressing it always come the hard way. My wife told me that I have to except that when I walk out that door I'm taking chances. Well that was my night, anyone else have an exciting night like mine.