Yesterday afternoon during lunch break, I ran to visit Gym for half my workout because of my jam-packed post-work schedule.
After, I stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, trying to make myself look presentable again. I tousled my hair, washed off my face, slung my gym bag over my shoulder, and then noticed a breeze.
Somehow my skirt had become tucked into my unders in the perfect fashion to cover the necessities, butt barely.
One, I don't know how this happens.
Two, WHY didn't any of the ladies who walked by say anything?!
I am a firm advocate of telling a lady her bum is hanging out. I realize a small percentage may actually be intending to do this, but most are not. Friend or foe, comrade or stranger, you say something.