Subject: A few things
Hey (teacher’s name),
1. It has come to my attention (via my husband as I walked in the door from my lesson) that a certain button on my shirt was not fastened this evening. Let’s just say it was a very important button that should ALWAYS STAY FASTENED. Anyway, I’m a little mortified and want to apologize to you and possibly the nice student from Nebraska for accidentally flashing either of you. Of course, this had to be the one night I stuck around and blathered about football to both of you. (I vividly remember my hands on my hips, which after careful review in my mirror was not an appropriate stance, given the state of my button.) Awesome.
2. If for some reason I didn’t flash you or the Nebraska boy, you are more than welcome to forget that you read #1.
Okay then! Carry on.
Off to buy a new shirt,
KristineOctober 13, 2008 at 7:42 am
HaHa! I love it!
You have to let us know if he answers you back.
tiddleywinkOctober 13, 2008 at 7:48 am
I am so very sorry that I am laughing to the point of tears. I really hope that I’m laughing WITH you.
As a teen, I was in one of those damn team-building circles one evening, where we were all supposed to share our most embarrassing moment. I don’t recall which tale I told, because it was trumped by the later realization that my particular body position, sprawled out on my stomach and leaning up on my elbows while “sharing,” gave the people opposite me in the circle a perfect view down my shirt.
You are definitely laughing WITH me, as D and I have not stopped laughing since last night. :)
andreaOctober 13, 2008 at 7:51 am
After having Charlie I spent a day shopping downtown and realized for the better portion of my shopping trip half of my nursing tank was not properly fastened and of course I was wearing a very sheer shirt. One of my shining moments indeed.
JeniferOctober 13, 2008 at 7:55 am
Oh dear! Yeah, I’ve had that happen to me before. Mortifying.
ArielOctober 13, 2008 at 7:59 am
Fun! Nothing like a large dose of humiliation… :)
sizzleOctober 13, 2008 at 8:02 am
Maybe the flashing was the highlight of their night, weekend, week, LIFE. You never know. ;-)
Kerri AnneOctober 13, 2008 at 8:15 am
The response to this is going to be awesome. Will he a. deny he saw anything, even if he totally did or b. never stop giving you shit about how you can’t keep your shirt on in his presence? Tune in next week to find out! (And there I went making an unintentional pun. Wee! Also: I need more coffee.)
AngellaOctober 13, 2008 at 8:17 am
Will the shirt be making an appearance in The Working Closet?
Why, yes. It already did on October 3rd. I even added a note to show the button malfunction.
Redneck MommyOctober 13, 2008 at 8:18 am
Laughing my butt off.
What I would have paid to see the instructor’s face as he opened and read your email.
Even if you didn’t flash him, you sure gave him a lovely mental visual. Wink.
Aimee GreeblemonkeyOctober 13, 2008 at 8:36 am
I was WONDERING what that tweet was about. HA HA HA.
DynamitaOctober 13, 2008 at 9:05 am
Oh dear, that happened to me once during a job interview. Thankfully the interviewer was a woman and I managed to shrug it off when she noted it, but I still felt very embarrassed.
Am suffering on your behalf.
LauraOctober 13, 2008 at 9:25 am
I’ve had that very thing happen to me at work! How embarrassing!
Oh, and yay Nebraska! :)
glamgranolaOctober 13, 2008 at 9:30 am
I am seeing a guitar lesson “on the house” in your near future. Oh My God!
wishcakeOctober 13, 2008 at 9:47 am
Heehee. Let’s just hope his wife doesn’t read his emails. She’d be all, “That tart! She’s trying to seduce my husband and pretending it was a wardrobe malfunction! Oh, hells no!”
Reminds me of a time I went out to greet customers at work, and was all extra-bubbly and nice, and on my way back inside a coworker (a guy, mind you) said, “Uhhh. Your skirt? It’s unzipped.”
slynnroOctober 13, 2008 at 9:49 am
Once in law school, I was wearing a button down whilst talking to a rather large group of fellow students about an upcoming group project. As I put on my backpack, 3 THREE! buttons busted open. THREE!
So yeah, I’ve been there.