So, don’t mind that thing on the floor of the T. It’s just
my bra!
Oh my GOD! Today I get on a sardine packed train…OK, can I
just start abbreviating? SPT! Does that work for everyone? OK, so today I get
on to a SPT and I am squished in so tight between a few guys. I get squeezed on
each side at the same time and that’s when I feel it. My bra was squeezed at
just the right angle and it unhooked…and it was strapless. I immediately
squeeze my arms to my side to try and make sure it stays up. Then I pray to GOD
that I tucked in my shirt today so maybe…just maybe… it won’t go flying out and
onto the train floor. Then I remember that I didn’t tuck in my shirt…I am
wearing a button up shirt and a vest over it and for added flare/texture to my
outfit, I let the bottom hang out.
I feel my bra slipping down. Luckily, I have on my abominable
snow man jacket because it’s 11 degrees and so it isn’t obvious and the jacket
is to my knees soooo I have extra room/time before people can see it.
We finally stop at State and I get off the train. I secure
my bags in one hand and then place my hand on my jacket where I think my bra is
to make sure it doesn’t fall out on my way to the office. Getting through the revolving door was tricky
with bags in one hand and bra recon mission in the other but I did it and I made
it to my office without my bra falling on the sidewalk. GO ME!
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