Sunday, February 17, 2008

Dirty Clothes...

Something that probably should have been more embarrassing, but wasn't, happened as I was getting off the boat this evening.

The best way to tell it is to preface the situation so here goes...

I have an immense amount of dirty clothes, various goods from Christine, the stuff I had initially packed in my bag over a week ago, plus some food from the city. I repacked my bags this morning before my self defense class, which was wonderful by the way, and had laid out "clean" clothes to ride home in. Kirsty, bless her, allowed me to leave two blowup mattresses at the apartment. I had my two bags stuffed, plus a tv, and was not willing to add yet another item to my load. Here comes the interesting part. I changed clothes, put the dirty ones balled up with everything stuffed in my workout pants under a towel that was fastened to the front of my backpack. When the guys (one was a kid from the Apprenticeship Program) pulled my bag out they apparently figured the towel was secure enough to pull it by. WRONG! My dirty clothes fell out. I heard them giggling a bit like school girls but I didn't care. They probably saw my bra and underwear, again , I didn't care. All I wanted to do was to get home, eat, catch up with things I am behind on, and go to bed. While there are tons more to get caught up on, I am going to bed since I can't keep my head upright. Good night!

1 comment:

Ashley Saddock said...

Oh my god! I had mental images...

I want to see paint pictures from the carnival.

Miss you and can't wait to see you!!! Only 68 days, but who's counting???