Good evening, YLF!
I was super worried about what to wear to meet my Big Boss. Now, he's a man of impeccable fashion taste - I mean, the guy was a VIP at Paris Fashion Week! So he knows his stuff! I freaked out for a long time about what to wear ... but I finally settled on my usual dress and blazer.
Of course, nothing I actually wore mattered, because the back of my skirt (yes) was tucked up into my undies.
No one said anything all morning.
No one said anything on public transportation.
No one said anything in the hospital.
No one said anything in the emergency room.
No one said anything in Tim Hortons.
I will now go and die under a rock.
PS: At least I'm memorable?