Screaming Bean |
Monday, August 16, 2004
I'm back! No worse for wear, ready for the last week of freedom. While the meeting itself was not anything to truly write home about, I have to pass on this little tale. The meeting, while business related, had a dress code of 'business casual.' A nice pair of slacks and a shirt, nothing terribly dressy. One person who sat down in front me decided that this meant ultra low rise jeans and a knit stretch top. Another of her cohorts thought it meant jeans and a tank top. The chairs in the room had gap between the back of the chair and the seat. This means your ass hangs out. Short shirt, ultra low rises...not only do I get an eyeful of thong, I get an eyeful of thong and butt cleavage. Oh and girls, if you're going to wear a black mesh thong, please remove the white size tag on it...it forms an arrow pointing at your ass crack. So I and the rest of the people in my row decide to try not to look down too often. Time passes. She leaves the room. She returns....sans thong. I point this out to the person to my left. Hilarity ensues. I suppose this was more interesting than the meeting, but still...we want to know where the thong went.
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