Tuesday, November 20, 2012
What would *you* do?
So...I just had an interesting experience in the library. I had to take boy child to get some books for a research report now that he's feeling a wee bit better from last week. When I pulled up, there was a woman getting out of her car. She turned her back to me as she rifled through her back seat and my jaw almost unhinged.
I mean, she was in an adorable outfit. Nude colored sweater dress, knee high chocolate brown boots. She looked adorable. With the exception of one thing. I could see completely through her dress. At first I was pretty sure I could see so much I was seeing her skeletal system, but in actuality it was enough that I could see that her thong was black (or dark navy or purple) as was her bra. And given that it was a thong, I could see her ass cheeks (she must work out) and she was curvy so yeah, curves.
I was hoping it was the sun, but as we followed (only one path to the door!) I could see that sun wasn't the culprit.
I said to boy child (arleady mortified, was he) "Should I tell her?"
"Dear God, no!"
"But I would want to know."
"If you tell her, I'm leaving."
I tend to embarrass him often. Daily, if not on some days, hourly.
It haunted me. It was a loop in my head as I found her sitting on the upper level at a table. Alone.
I would want to know...I would want to know...
I said it to boy child again. "Jesus, would you tell me if I was about to go out like that? Clearly she doesn't know. There's no way she can know." (She did not exude the uber confident manner of someone who knew and did not care. Call it a hunch.)
"I would tell you," says he. "But we do not tell strangers!"
But he could see it eating at me. He knows me too well. And he's a super good kid.
Finally, with a sigh he says, "Fine. Go do a good deed. Go tell the stranger she might as well be here naked."
So I sent him downstairs and waited a beat. Then I slid into the seat next to her and started. "Look...I debated telling you this but I would want to know..."
She turned 50 Shades of Tomato (sorry, I couldn't resist) and thanked me.
Good deed done. Right? Or was it? What about you? Would you have told her? All I could think is, what if this is her favorite outfit in the world and no one says anything because they'd feel embarrassed. How many times will she wear this thing before someone finally speaks up or, the worst of all, she accidentally finds out and then is horrified at how many times she went out basically nude.
Was I helpful or a buttinsky?
p.s. super awesome panties available from Knickerrocker on Etsy. Someone by them for me for Christmas! Please! :)