When I put my tights on earlier, I had already started a little hole on the side. It was pretty high up on my leg and my skirt comes down to my knees, so I felt safe.
Two hours later, as I was walking from my test (boo) to work, I was chatting on the phone with my mom. I was on College Ave, which is a pretty busy road as I felt my tights start to feel a little saggy in the crotch department. If you’ve ever worn tights, you know what I mean.
I was all, “It’s not so bad, I’ll fix them when I get to work.” Well things got serious. They must have been some really old tights because the elastic was totes shot. Before I could get to a less crowded street they were literally around my knees. Like, people driving and walking by could see the issue.
Though laughs, I told my mom what was going on. I tried to describe the predicament to her, but I was also carrying my tea, my bag and trying to walk. I’m not sure I did the situation justice.
With all of the grace and dignity I could muster, I waddled to the side street and bent down and took them off. It may sound drastic, but it was beyond the “pull it up and live with it” stage.
So I spent the rest of the day at work with bare legs, although I know it is way too late in the season for that. Also, I may not have exactly shaved my legs because I had no idea this would happen. Oops.
This is what I mean when I say post-grad life is sometimes hard and weird.