I’ve heard that statement many times. Like the words to an old song, they keep going ’round in my mind. Perhaps I should call these memorable incidents, “Nylons Security”.
One of my life changing events was in early spring, as I recall.
A few years before, my husband and I had decided to raise sheep…it happened like this…sort of..
One day, I suggested we should get a lamb.. After all, we have this little farm. Our grandkids lived next door, it would be fun.
It wasn’t long before my husband came home announcing he’d found a lamb. In fact, he’d found two, a male and a female. They were orphans. They needed people to love and care for them.
That would be us.
I don’t remember the exact time frame as events began to unfold, but
it wasn’t long after their arrival,
I casually suggested we should start a flock,
“we already have “Bo” and “Betsy” and the grandkids love them.”
We also had this big old barn with nothing in it but nothing. It was then we began our search for mature ewes. We would use them to build our flock. We had “Bo”, but he wasn’t what you’d call a breeder yet,
He would be, though, in a year or so when he was no longer “a lamb.” (You get the idea.)
The plan to become shepherds was quickly put into action.
We were proud and excited about our new endeavor. My husband had been in the retail hardware business for several years. I owned and operated a Hallmark shop. This would be fun. A little something extra to give us a new hobby.
One day a gentleman came to call who was interested in our lambing operation. Of course, I was more than happy to show him our nearly 100 year old barn, where our new flock of sheep resided.
Now, this is the point where I veer away from the sheep situation and explain some of my personal habits to you.
I wouldn’t even be telling you this if it wasn’t that I had recently seen posts on Facebook from women who had found themselves involved in the same situation I experienced on my journey to the barn one day.
Without getting too personal, I’m going to reveal my lifetime habit of getting ready for bed at night. Included in my habit, would be the removing of my jeans and underwear in one swift motion. Unfortunately this has, on occasion, caused a slight “public” embarrassment. (How could that be? I should explain.. since I would be getting ready for bed “at night, at home.”)
How could that possibly affect my actions in the daytime? Hmm…
Back to the fine gentleman who had come to look at our flock.
We were walking toward the barn when he turned around, looked quickly back in the direction of the driveway, and said… “Oh! You’ve dropped your hanky.”
Intuitively, as I turned, I knew what I was about to see. The clump of white lying in the driveway was instantly recognizable to me. It was definitely not my hanky. It was my underwear, which had been clinging, (with the help of static electricity from the dryer, ) to the inside of my jeans. The undergarment had chosen that moment to release itself from the fabric of my jeans, and to embrace the ground in the driveway.
“I’ll get it”, he said, turning around and taking a step toward the object. “No”, I said, “I’ll get it”. We were immediately in competition to find out who would get to “the hanky“… first . I outran him by seconds, scooped up ‘the hanky’ and shoved ‘it’ into my jacket pocket. Bless his heart.
He seemed totally unaware , of the rapid beating of my heart,
which was not caused from the exertion of running to the area of the driveway in question.
You might think the experience would have been a lesson forever etched in my mind. It was definitely time to review and perhaps renew, my habits.
However, that was not to be.
One quiet morning in summer I had personally opened my Hallmark Shop at nine a.m. so my employees wouldn’t have to come in until later. A pleasant fellow was the first to stop by. He stood just inside the front door, where we visited for twenty minutes or so. As he turned to leave, he said, “You may want to check the leg of your slacks near your shoe”.
With that, he went upon his way.
Looking down at my shoe, in full view, was a visible display of one of my nylons, which was making its way past the static electricity in my slacks
to heaven knows where.
Can you imagine what the nice fellow must have been thinking as we stood there and talked? He apparently had decided he would tell me just as he went out the door, without looking back. He must have suspected the expression he would surely see on my face.
I don’t know if men are prone to giggling. But I’ll bet this fellow was giggling as he made his way to the car.
At this moment, it’s important for me to tell you I’ve never had either of these experiences again.
I really have changed my habits; about certain things. My friends and family would tell you that it is rare for me to change my mind, I still have some habit changing to do.
For Christmas that year, my family gave me a bottle of fabric softener and a pair of nylons with lace edged suspenders sewn on them.
One of the changes I have yet to make is not to share with anyone the embarrassing things that happen to me.
The future is right ahead of me and new projects seem to beckon... Friends and memories of times past remain with me today. I love to share my stories along with comments and opinions (of course) of today's challenges. Photography is my hobby and opportunities to capture the scenes before me are mine for the taking. Born and raised in Michigan, the peaceful woods and wildlife trails have always attracted me. Graduating from high school in the early fifties, college was of no interest to me. I have learned one important fact about life; whover decided when a person becomes "old"...didn't know what they were talking about...My theory is; you're as old as you think you are....(I'm thinking about it..haven't decided yet.)
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