Quintessential
On Wednesday, I dressed in the morning in some comfortable tweed slacks and a new blouse of which I am a little fond. It is silky and has feminine details like a pleated collar and pearl buttons. Anytime I'm not wearing something that looks like a man's dress shirt, I feel pretty proud of myself. I found some jewelry too, and a new slim belt. It was a good outfit for a Wednesday. Wednesdays are busy. Wednesdays don't have time for complete sentences.
Go to the cafeteria for lunch, grab a salad and a bagel. There's a bowl of butter packets, so I grab 4 or 5, because hey, free butter. You never know when you will need that. Back to my desk, sit down and eat while continuing to work. Get distracted and busy, get up and down for meetings, go to the restroom a couple times; typical afternoon. Rush out of work, I've got a 5:00 haircut... sit in the chair, get my hair washed cut styled straightened. I feel quite stylish, but tired and ready for pajamas, time to head home.
Walk in the door, put my hands in the pockets of my slacks to empty my change in the hall. Right hand comes up with a couple toonies and pennies. Left hand is.... somewhat slippery. I pull it out and find in my fingers about 3 tablespoons of butter and some broken containers. Nice. Further inspection discovers a seepage zone of about 6 inches in diameter across the front of my pants.
It is unknown whether the pants or the blouse will survive. But I've got my laundry man on it.
On the plus side: my left thigh is very soft.
