Today I popped into J.Crew after a manic day at work, hoping to find something/anything that would fit the "casual chic" dress code of a film soirée tomorrow night. (work thing.)
It was only ten minutes before close, and once inside, the door man came up to me with an apologetic face. I stopped him and said: "I know, I know - you guys close in 10 minutes - I'll be quick!"
"No mam," he said hesitantly. "There's toilet paper coming out your pants."
I prayed it was just stuck to the bottom of my shoe, but when I turned around I saw a good foot and a half of it hanging out the top of my skinny black pants like a long tail. (!!?!)
I quickly stuffed it in my handbag, like that was a perfectly normal place to put toilet paper.
"Thank you," I managed in a surprisingly dignified voice, as I continued to browse the racks.
I had just walked two blocks down Fifth Avenue and crossed at the lights to get here. As my dear friend Liz would call it - Fashion Road-kill.
Oh dear lord that is hilarious! Great that you kept shopping as though it was totally normal! haha
ReplyDeleteThat made my day Ally! Too too funny - that has NEVER happened to me thank goodness. It started a conversation in my office about how it could possibly happened, and we all tried various positions of being on the toilet and standing up -- and working out just how that piece of TP could possibly have caught itself in your trousers! Hilarious!!
ReplyDeleteOh yes - I seriously did the same thing. The physics of it just aren't logical! I think it was the universe telling me to smile a little. Works' been very full on, as our executive producer has been away, and my boss and clients are having conniptions. Ever feel like the meat caught in a pressed sandwich? xxx
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