On Friday night...it's routine for Matt and I to lounge on our comfy red couch and watch Dateline. Typically right before it airs...there's a show on called "What Would You Do" with John Quinones (Yes, I did look up how to spell his last name). We rarely watch it...but I thought about the show this week when I was faced with a "What Would You Do" situation...and thought it would be perfect for my Friday post!
It was 5:15...quitting time....my friend Mo and I were in the elevator and deep in conversation when the door opened on the next floor and a girl walked in. I'm not the most observant person in the world...so, I kept chattering. When we finally got to the ground floor...our elevator companion got off first, and Mo and I followed her. Mo pointed to her as she walked away...and that's when I saw it....
The rip in the girls back pocket...and the blue and white undies and bare flesh that hung out of it. My eyes widened in disbelief! It wasn't like it was a tiny hole that no one would've seen...it was a cheek hanging out...a butt cheek, that is! We both wondered how the girl went through the day with out NO ONE telling her! And it was quite obvious that she had no freaking clue that her posterior end had come out to say Hello! We wondered how in the world she failed to feel the breeze!
And then we began to ask each other if we handled the situation right. Should we have kindly told her and watched her shrink from shame in front of our eyes? Or did we do the right thing by letting her continue in her own oblivion and let her discover it herself when she inevitably took her pants off and discovered the hole and a "HOLE" lot more!
Neither of us new the girl...so we decided it was best to let her figure out her own shame. But I made Mo vow that if she ever discovered my buttocks hanging out of my pant...or skirt (since that has happened before. Just don't ask.)....that she would tell me and not let me make a fool out of myself. She promised me she would. I'm not sure if I believe her because one day my barette was in my hair in a very jacked up sorta way and my hair had been sticking up all day...I went to the bathroom late afternoon and saw my hair and was mortified. When I questioned her on why she didn't tell me...she said, "I thought you wanted it to look that way" Surely...she wouldn't think that about my butt.
So, anyway, that's how we handled it....What would you do?!?
It was 5:15...quitting time....my friend Mo and I were in the elevator and deep in conversation when the door opened on the next floor and a girl walked in. I'm not the most observant person in the world...so, I kept chattering. When we finally got to the ground floor...our elevator companion got off first, and Mo and I followed her. Mo pointed to her as she walked away...and that's when I saw it....
The rip in the girls back pocket...and the blue and white undies and bare flesh that hung out of it. My eyes widened in disbelief! It wasn't like it was a tiny hole that no one would've seen...it was a cheek hanging out...a butt cheek, that is! We both wondered how the girl went through the day with out NO ONE telling her! And it was quite obvious that she had no freaking clue that her posterior end had come out to say Hello! We wondered how in the world she failed to feel the breeze!
And then we began to ask each other if we handled the situation right. Should we have kindly told her and watched her shrink from shame in front of our eyes? Or did we do the right thing by letting her continue in her own oblivion and let her discover it herself when she inevitably took her pants off and discovered the hole and a "HOLE" lot more!
Neither of us new the girl...so we decided it was best to let her figure out her own shame. But I made Mo vow that if she ever discovered my buttocks hanging out of my pant...or skirt (since that has happened before. Just don't ask.)....that she would tell me and not let me make a fool out of myself. She promised me she would. I'm not sure if I believe her because one day my barette was in my hair in a very jacked up sorta way and my hair had been sticking up all day...I went to the bathroom late afternoon and saw my hair and was mortified. When I questioned her on why she didn't tell me...she said, "I thought you wanted it to look that way" Surely...she wouldn't think that about my butt.
So, anyway, that's how we handled it....What would you do?!?
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