I'm sure I've had AT LEAST that many embarrassing moments. This one is brought to you by static cling.
I'm out for a run yesterday afternoon and run into 2 young men from my stake. I cheerfully greet them by name as I run by. All is well until about a quarter mile later when something is flapping in my face. I look down and a knee-high, nude-colored nylon has worked it's way out of the v-neck of my running top and is flapping around in the breeze.
How long had it been there? How many people saw this? Was I "flapping" when I ran by the 2 young men?
1 week ago