I am going to make it a goal to reply to every story posted with one of my own. Very few would accuse me of being a lucky man in general, but I have seen more wardrobe disasters than a college town bouncer has seen fake IDs.
So I used to work with this girl, let's call her Abigail. Filipino, tall, kind of skinny, bubbly to the point where you weren't sure whether to be charmed or annoyed. Anyway, our place of work would occasionally have casual Fridays. For most, this meant jeans and a collared (or at least presentable) shirt. Now, it should be noted that I didn't see Abigail much and spoke to her maybe twice as we were in totally different departments. However, it seemed that every time I did run into Abigail on a casual day she was fighting with her jeans, which always seemed to be slipping off her body.
Fast Forward to a day several springs ago. I was sitting in the break room enjoying some chips when Abigail came in to take her lunch. She walked to the table directly in front of mine and placed down her food, but before sitting she gave her jeans a giant pull, jumping a foot in the air to get them up as high as possible. Afterward she took a second or two to compose herself before crouching into her seat, but this motion caused the top three inches of her bare butt to slip into view.
She sat without adjustment for about twenty minutes, knowing for a fact that myself and several others were seated directly behind her. She was soon joined at the table by a couple of her closer co-workers, who told her nothing of and may not have even noticed her exposure. When she finally stood to leave her shirt fell long enough to cover everything, but it was obvious that her jeans had fallen a good way down her crack. Abigail, engrossed in a conversation about something I could only vaguely make out, did not pull them up again as she left the room. I did not see her again that day, and I spent the afternoon lamenting the fact that I was in all likelihood missing a phenomenal peep show.
Abigail left a few months later, maybe securing a position that promised to pay her enough for a belt or at least some underwear, and I never saw her again.
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