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October 11, 2002-8:59 p.m. I went by the mall this evening to get some stretch jeans to wear to the fair tomorrow. You don�t want to be wearing clothes that are too tight and confining when you�re hurtling through the air at the fairgrounds! Here is a description of the ride from the State Fair of Texas website.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So anyway, I went to counter to pay for my jeans and the lady behind the counter asked me if anyone had been helping me. �Yes� �Do you know who it was?� ~Of course I know who it was! It�s just that it�s been a long week and I�m a bit addled and can�t really muster the energy to think about trying to describe the woman. The thing I noticed most about her was that she had on a short blouse and winter white/cream slacks through which you could make out the indelible lines of her underpants. So much so that at a glance I was able to tell that they were the type with the thick edging around the legs. Hanes, I�m guessing.~ Sa: *mumbling and speaking more to her own shoulder than the sales lady* �Panty lines� �Who was it that was helping you?� �The lady whose panties you can see through her pants� Sales Lady *laughing*: �Oh! I know exactly who you are talking about.� �I thought you might� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay. Gotta get back to carbo loading for my big day tomorrow! **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
