My Morning Show

Every morning after my run I get in the shower and think about what I'm going to wear. I scroll through my mental catalogue of my closet and pick out what I think will go well together. Today I decided my kicky white skirt and a floral print shirt were the way to go.

While this all sounds good, in theory, I had a nagging feeling that I would be uncomfortable for a good part of the day. This skirt has a bit of a history. It is tight up at the top where it should hug my hips and then it flares out into a messy, pleated, full skirt that stops just above my knees. Whenever the wind blows, or a soft breeze for that matter, I find myself clinging to the bottom of the skirt. I wore it when I went to meet up with my first college roommate and while I was standing on the platform waiting for my train the breeze lifted my skirt, exposing my thong-clad bottom to all.

With some hesitation I pulled on the skirt, decided on some flats and went about my morning. Everything was going swimmingly until I got off the train in the city. I could feel that my skirt was not as it should be, but I didn't want to keep pulling at it as I walked the one block from the train station to my office. As I stood waiting for the elevator, a woman came up and whispered, "Your skirt is sort of tucked up behind your bag."

Now, being Irish, just about anything can make me blush a deep shade of crimson, but surprisingly this did nothing to me at all. "I thought that had happened," I said and reached back to yank down my skirt. As she was exited the elevator I thanked her again to which she replied, "No problem, we've all had those moments. Luckily your bag covered you." Lucky indeed as a couple of the attorneys I work with were walking in behind me.

With a half hour left until I'll sling my bag back over my shoulder and walk the block back to the train station I feel anxious. I keep trying to devise a way to keep my skirt from both blowing up with the wind and not getting stuck riding up where my bag decides to pull it. I'm afraid it will be impossible and that in all probability my ass will be hanging out for all of Philadelphia (at least those located in Logan Square) to see. Thank god I went running this morning.