Example: the time last month I tried some clothes on at a store. Spent the rest of the day with the zip of my pants undone. Fairly standard, happens to everyone.
Getting out of the car after running quite a few errands. Notice I have my slippers on.
Friend of mine, a very beautiful woman with a glorious figure, once walked many, many blocks of Yonge Street (a slightly raunchy street in Toronto) with the buckle of her fancy, rather gaudy belt entirely undone, the shiny parts of it bobbing and flashing in the sun. She didn’t notice until she was back home.
Here’s a Mr. Sierra specialty. He’s a mathematician, he really does forget things. Lots of things. Me, on many mornings: ‘dear, are you planning on brushing your hair before you leave the house?’
I was at a formal dinner last month. A lady two tables away, the cross-over neck of her dress had completely separated, and her lacy white bra was completely visible. You could see all of both cups. It was a very pretty, obviously brand new, bra, so it could have been worse. It did take a while for anyone at her table to notify her.
What are you stories? Extra points for ones involving actual exposure of naughty bits.
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