Who Was More Embarrassed?

Spring - the time that causes flowy skirts and bright colors to return to our wardrobes. Ah, the satisfaction one feels in walking down stairs with a skirt that floats around you like a cloud of happiness.

Sometimes, however, we encounter . . . er, technical difficulties? Using the restroom usually is the source of most problems when wearing a skirt as described above. It never seems to end well.

In between my two Trampoline 1A classes, I used the restroom. Before I left, I made sure the inside lining of my skirt was down and in place so that no child would be shocked beyond reason at the slightly see-through part of my skirt.

Walk to classroom. Open door. Happily say, "Hello! How are you doing today?!" Set down books. Ask question from book. Slightly turn back to students. Turn back around. See Jenny frantically pointing and trying to speak.

"Teach-uh! Teach-uh! Uh . . . skirt, skirt, skirt!"
"Huh, Jenny?"
"Mmmm, uh, skirt! Down! Up!"
"What are you talking about?", as I look down at the front of my skirt, which seems perfectly fine.
"Mmmm, ah, ooo, skirt! Down!", now even more desperately pointing at my skirt.

I think she's talking about the front of my skirt. Oh, maybe the lining got stuck so it looks see-through now. Oops.

I turn around to walk out the door so they won't see the front of my skirt. On the other side of the now closed door, I look down and see nothing wrong with my skirt. I feel with my hands from the front all the way around to the . . . oh no . . .

The bottom of my skirt got stuck in the top of my nylons. I chuckle to myself at the fact that I just mooned my poor 11 year old students and then quickly fix my skirt. I return to the classroom no worse for wear.

"Ok class, please turn to page 21 in your Activity Books."
"Are  you okay teach-uh?" asks a sweetly concerned Jenny.
"I'm fine. Are YOU okay?"
She covers her face and quietly gives an embarrassed laugh.

I hope she never needs a therapist.