Thursday, 25 October 2007

The ladder experience

This morning a had a ladder experience.

I was running slightly late for work today. I blame this on the fact that when I woke up it was practically the middle of the night and I felt cheated out of sleep. It was still dark and gloomy at 7am as I rushed through the tube station with a copy of The Metro newspaper tucked under my arm and a steaming raspberry tea in my other hand. The Metro slowly began to slide from my arm and I instinctively reached down to rescue it. In the process I spilt the hot raspberry tea all over my skirt and my nail caught my tights ripping a gigantic hole up the outside of my thigh. (Thank God my legs are freshly waxed!)

I arrived to work at 7:45am looking like a tramp. The ladder in my tights had somehow expanded and stretched across the fool length of my leg and my light grey skirt had a huge contrasting pink stain down the front. The added tragedy is that I didn't even have time to read The Metro. I walked straight to Admin in search of Bimbo. She seems like the type that may have a spare pair of tights with her at all times. She gasped when she saw me and snapped into action. She did have a spare pair of tights but they were hot pink fishnets. Slightly slutty but I guess beggars can't be choosers. And, being the angel that she is, she used cotton pads and nail varnish remover to treat the pink stain. What a life saver!

I invited her join me and Preppy for lunch to show my gratitude but she quickly refused. She apparently has work to do....


Kathleen said...

Dear Elise,

It's too bad it's taken a very sad circumstance to bring me to your blog, but in any case, I'm delighted to be here! You write like a sort of smarter, sassier version of Bridget Jones, and I'm coming back for certain.
Please spend some time at my blog again and read some of my poetry - it's not your average, introspective's quite fun.

Thanks for your words of support for my friend.

Kathleen said...

Putting you on my "Blogfellows" list - will you do the same?