What's Up with my Skirt?

A story by my friend Katie and me:







Every step I took, there was always someone looking at me. Was my hair that bad? Was there something on my nose? But they all kept looking at me, a couple of small girls giggling at me behind their hands. I blushed and kept walking slowly towards my destination- the newsagents. At least William wasn’t here yet, with all these people staring at me, I was sure there must be something wrong with my appearance. I wouldn’t want my boyfriend to see me in such a state.

A few men stared as I walked past and I scowled despite my 21 years, as they wolf-whistled.

‘Men…’ I muttered to myself. Thankfully, I spotted William just around the next corner, through some glass in the jewelry store. I walked in, and saw nothing wrong with my demeanor. I hurried over to his table- he laughed. Guessing he had noticed my unknown problem, I suggested that we go shopping, so he wouldn’t notice my embarrassment. He agreed, still chuckling behind my back. I reckoned that it must be something only others can see. I questioned him;

‘Does my bum look that big in this?’, but he laughed uproariously at this, making more people look my way. Suddenly everyone was looking at me, and the entire mall went silent. Some people stopped what they were doing in order to stare at me. I walked past the lines of people, the near silent muttering making me feel even more awkward. I snapped at a few people as I passed them;

‘What are you looking at?!’ They quickly turned away and grinned to their friends. The mutters slowly grew louder, until I could hear outright laughing and talking coming from my obvious admirers. Eventually I could take no further insults, and demanded loudly;

‘What’s wrong me!!!’ Unfortunately, at that moment, the entire crowd went silent to hear what I had to say, and one reddening old lady shuffled forward to my side.

‘Your skirt’s up at the back dear… It’s tucked into your… Winnie the Pooh undies.’



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