I packed last night, and I grabbed those nylons. They were off to the side in the drawer, and that told me that I had already worn them once and that there was a problem with them. Because I am not very smart, I didn’t throw them out after wearing them once. No, I let some misguided thriftiness get in the way of sanity.
I pulled them out and I looked at them, and I thought: “those are too small”.
I knew: I knew in my bones that they were too small and they were going to roll down my body when I walked and I was going to have an uncomfortable meeting, and a long day, and that this whole idea was dumb and I should throw those out, and go and buy more.
I put them in my suitcase anyway.
Last night, as I rolled into Victoria some 5 hours after buying my plane ticket, I thought “I should go to the drug store and buy another pair of nylons. The ones I have are too small.” But the drug store was a few blocks away, and the coffee and pumpkin tarts were right handy, so I went and had a coffee and a pumpkin tart instead.
This morning, as my alarm went off, I thought “must leave the hotel early enough to get a new pair of nylons.” I had another cup of coffee and chatted to a colleague over breakfast, all the while carefully not buying another pair of nylons and conclusively proving my idiocy for all time.
About the only think I did today that might indicate I have the brains that God gave sheep is this: I put my underwear on after my nylons.
So, when I started walking to the meeting and my nylons rolled down my body, as I fully knew and expected they would; at least there was something to prevent the run away train down my legs. Right in front of my new client.
It’s uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. I have a lump where you shouldn’t have lumps.
But, it’s not like I’m going to go and buy new ones.
That would be smart or something.