Day thirty nine: wardrobe malfunction part two

Since I ripped my pants yesterday I have reverted back to wearing a skirt while working at (insert real name here). Since no leg is allowed and 1950s skirt length rules apply, I wear tights and aim for skirt length to reach, roughly, down to my knee. 


Today because it was so freakishly warm in Winnipeg and my non-ipod ipod, a Samsung mp3 player and sometimes Sony Discman, was fully charged, I walked to work.


I like to think that Winnipeggers take advantage of uncharacteristically warm days in the late, almost winter, fall.


I didn't realize until half way to work that my skirt was tucked into my tights. I was a little embarrased after the fact but it was quickly overshadowed by the fact that not a single person bothered to give a little honk or tell me that my rear was on display for everyone to enjoy. 


On a side note: you're welcome West Broadway and whatever that area Southbound over the Maryland Bridge is. 

Day thirty eight: wardrobe malfunction.

I split my pants at work, which was funny for two reasons:

1. Pants splitting at work is just inherently funny
2. I was working a split shift

While I recognized the hilarity of the situation I was still bummed out because I felt a little bad about myself. It’s the same feeling you got when you wet your pants in Kindergarten. Remember peeing your pants in Kindergarten? ...me neither.

I felt what I can only imagine Janet Jackson felt like because of  her “wardrobe malfunction” during Super Bowl XXXVIII? (I don’t know Roman numerals well but I sincerely doubt anyone will call me out on it.)

Is the Janet Jackson clip still on the internet? I feel like it isn’t but I’m for sure gonna Google it. 


Boom! 


The Gods of Youtube are smiling down on this worldwide scandal reference and have pulled through, yet again, and why wouldn’t they?

If "pwned" is considered a word then it is only approprite that there still be digital documentation that Janet Jackson rocked a boob on stage during the 2004 Superbowl. I don’t make the rules, I just state the facts.

I suppose there are worse things to fear as far as the English language is concerned. What if emoticons: :) become a part of the hand-written word?