So yesterday, in shorts, I ventured out of the plant section to look for a piece of store equipment I needed. I tried cutting through the paint department in search of it and got rather waylaid between a shopping cart and a couple patrons, one of them an older (somewhere in his 60s, I say) gentleman who eyed me with apparent delight and broke out into song as I struggled to get past him and his cart. "Who wears short shorts?" he sang, an impish grin on his face. "YOU wear short shorts!" I had to literally push my way past him, pushing his shopping cart to give myself a path of escape. He was singing LOUDLY and I was blushing furiously, hoping against hope that none of the store employees were paying any attention. If they were, I don't want to know. I tried to smile weakly at the customer and I may have mumbled something like "No I don't!" as I stumbed my way out of that department. Today, I wore shorts again. Much much longer shorts. I won't give up my shorter shorts, but I thought it was a good day for a break.
Despite that incident, and despite the fact that some store managers were giving me gip today, I still love my job. And I don't suppose mine are any shorter than these. In fact, I know they are not. And I have to wear much less glamourous shoes.

2 comments:
That is the funniest thing I've read so far today, although it is only 6:41 am.
I gave up on short shorts when the cellulite moved in. Goodwill on FPP has massive amounts of shorts, but it was like Rapper's Delight in there yesterday--loud music, loud employees, so be forewarned.
I still wear some shorts about the length that you show in the photos, but I learned just last year that I really love skorts - not the kind that look like shorts in the back with a flap in the front, but the kind that looks like a skirt but with shorts sewn in. Much more flattering, but just as comfortable.
--Heather
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