In her honor, and as a virtual birthday present, I will remind her of--and share with you--another story from around the same time. After making my way from my college's library to the science center halfway across campus one afternoon, I arrived at the building's door in the usual crush of students all trying to get to class on time, and as I waited to enter it, I saw the reflection of one of the students beside me in the mob: She was dressed up in this sweet outfit--a long-sleeved white blouse under a sleeveless gray jumper-dress with white tights--and I simultaneously admired her outfit and noticed that (poor girl!) her dress was tucked into the front of her tights. Those realizations and my sudden horror for her--a young woman exposed from the hip down in this horde of students!--and my wondering how to tell her--seemingly all swept through my mind in a single instant, and when we got closer to the door and its reflection, I looked up and saw that--The girl was ME. (I die again as I write this.) I had walked halfway across campus during the busy class-change time with my oh-so-cute dress hitched up into my tights--IN THE FRONT!--and no one (no one! not even another woman?!) TOLD me. I had passed people I KNEW on the way to class. I had said hello to students and PROFESSORS. (I die again and again.) It has been about fifteen years and I am still both laughing and blushing even as I type this. I don't remember how or where I adjusted my dress and tights--I assume right in front of everyone and right then, since I obviously couldn't go to class like that--and I remember nothing else from that afternoon except that later on, I told my coworkers at the writing center, and they all died along with me--both from the utter horror of it and from laughter.
A year or so later, when I was settling into grad school, a card arrived from Marylou wishing me luck on my new campus. Tucked inside the envelope was a handful of coupons for L'eggswear-brand tights. Ha ha. :)
When the Dress-In-the-Tights saga somehow came up in conversation awhile back, Marylou's only comment was a dry "At least you were wearing underwear." Indeed! And never let it be said that I don't thank God for small favors. :) But still, truly: GAH!
What can you do but laugh. :)
'Happiest of birthdays, Marylou. :) ♥