Dirty Laundry

I am taking a course again, because if I can complete the last three credits remaining I will graduate in the class of 2007. That is my goal. One this semester. Two next. We’ll see.

Given that I only have electives left, I am currently enrolled in Myths of Love, Sex & Marriage. Perhaps a topic a mature student might actually have an edge on these young pups? We’ll see.

And yesterday was class night. I change out of my work attire, don a more casual pair of jeans and t-shirt, and as an afterthought grab a hoodie at the foot of the bed. I’ve been sick recently and had fallen asleep in my clothes the other night and just peeled off the hoodie when I became overheated. Last night I didn’t actually put the hoodie on, but kind of casually slumped it over my shoulders, hopped in the van, and drove to class.

Parking is far more plentiful for evening classes than for daytime ones. The lot is probably half full or less. And as I stroll across the lot to my building I feel something graze the back of my feet. A fellow student (one of those young pups previously mentioned), walking some distance away from me, yells that I have dropped something. I turn… and look at the ground… and it is my shirt. Not the one I was wearing… but one that I had apparently slug over my shoulders with the hoodie. And a parking lot of students watched as my dirty laundry apparently slowly skidded down my back, over my butt, and onto the pavement at my feet. If I were ever a candidate for“What Not to Wear” I’m sure they’d have gotten some charming “before” footage just then.

I picked up the shirt, gave it a flick, slung it over my arm like a waiter’s cloth, and yelled, “Don’t you hate when you forget to use dryer sheets?!” Several students smirked. Several shook their heads. It was a very long class.

School…. it’s not just for book learning.


4 Responses to “Dirty Laundry”

  1. 1 MLL September 20, 2006 at 9:21 pm

    LOL……a couple of years ago I was rushing out the door to a conference and spilled coffee on my shirt. Ran back in and quickly change—-got to the conference and realized I was wearing it inside out AND backwards. Smooth 🙂

  2. 2 Anonymous September 21, 2006 at 12:35 am

    You made me laugh. And reminded me that many years ago I was entering a casino in Tahoe with a dear friend who has a rather shrill English-accented voice under the best of circumstances. The decible level can become pretty amazing when she is astounded, as she was when I peeled off the heavy sweater I was wearing as we hit the warm (smoky/fetid) air of the casino, and my black nylon undies — which had obviously static-clinged their way into the sleeve of my sweater — suddenly attached themselves to my brow.

    “Oh my gawd!!! You’ve got UNDERWEAR on your head!” she shrieked, much to the delight of about a hundred suddenly rubber-necked slot players.

    Yeah. It was pretty humiliating.

  3. 3 BunnyBubblette September 21, 2006 at 2:48 am

    I once got dressed for work and put on the same pants I had worn the day before, but with fresh underpants. After I got to work I realized that my worn underpants from the day before were working themselves down my pant leg and getting ready to fall out at my ankle! YIKES!! Thank God, nobody saw!

  4. 4 djn September 21, 2006 at 5:30 pm

    LOL — the older I get, the less I care about that kind of stuff happening to me. If it had been anyone of those young bucks, they would have probably dropped out of class! If I had been there, I would have laughed WITH you. 🙂

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