Ahh yes my mother would be so proud. I have always maintained that attention to detail just isn't my strength, but this, well this story is above and beyond that.
So my 2 little kids go to their Dad's every other Wednesday night. On Thursday mornings I pick them up at Quebrada Coffee Shop in Wellesley and I'm always late. This morning was no different. I woke up late, and in my scramble to find clothes, and in the essence of time, I decided to go commando and just throw jeans on. Well, to my delight, traffic was on the lighter side so in my rush I found myself arriving early. Excellent! I've got time to run in and grab a coffee! And here's where it gets good.
I'm standing in line with my hands in my jeans pockets and the man in front of me who had turned around a couple of times to give me the once over (I was like wow, this guy is totally checking me out and I haven't even showered yet today).
Finally the man said "Umm, Miss...your fly is down."
As the words were forming on his lips I became startlingly aware of the cool breeze I was feeling in my nether region.
Oh yeah, I'm not wearing underwear!!!
"Thank you...sir" I say.
He winks and says "The pleasure's mine"
Least he coulda done was buy me a coffee.