I hadn't originally planned on sleeping there, so when I went to her place I was just in yoga pants and a t shirt. My usual Friday night attire right there.
Anyway. I had breakfast plans early this morning, and I needed to stop back by my house before I went there, so I had to leave my friend's apartment rather early this morning.
I borrowed a sweatshirt from her, because, alas, it was freezing this morning. So there I was, walking down Rugby at 8:25 in the morning, wearing yoga pants, a bright red Dollywood Christmas sweater, and looking like a mess.
I passed a few people on my way home.
Persons #1 and #2:
Thing One and Thing Two are both female and both clearly wearing their ensembles from the previous evening. Contrary to popular belief, I do not read minds; however, if I had to guess their thoughts judging from the way they looked at me as we passed each other, I think it would sound a bit like this:
"How did she get laid last night wearing that?"
Person #3:
A woman walking her two dogs.
As a general rule, I am friendly towards other pedestrians. So, in my usual manner, I smile as we pass each other. Usually things turn out better.
Instead of returning my smile, she sent me a look of extreme judgment. Kind of like this:
Seriously guys, I didn't have sex last night.
That was not the walk of shame.
I promise.
Add some sass to your class,
Jenna
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