Boys…this is not a post for you! Skip it!
So, as little girls, we all have this fantasy of wanting to be Cinderella or some other princess. We have been taught that they never do anything wrong, that only good happens to them, and that everything turns ok in the end.
My story meets none of that criteria.
We all know the story of Cinderella…on her way out of the palace she dropped her slipper. Well, today, I just dropped my slip…literally!
Today, after church, this sweet couple invited me and my stepmother to their house for Sunday lunch. They get together every Sunday with their family. They also invited the preacher who preached today. (My dad is a pastor, and he is out of the country on a mission trip.) The preacher is an evangelist out of my church, and he was able to preach for us today. Anyways…sorry for that overload of information, but it is kinda vital to the story!
Lunch is ready and they call for the prayer. Everyone stands up and starts moving to the kitchen. I was talking to the guest preacher when all of the sudden I get a strange sensation around my ankles. I look down and in HORROR say, “Whoops!” That is really what I said. Next time, I’ll come up with a better word…maybe! 🙂 My slip is down around my ankles. The preacher looks down too. He looks up at me, and just walks away. I am trying to hold in the giggles. I looked over at my stepmother and she can barely contain the laughter. All I want everyone to do is start praying. I just kick it off, and send it flying down a hallway behind me while hoping no one else notices.
In a moment I hear BEAUTIFUL words…”Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you….” Well, that is all I heard. I reached behind me, grabbed my slip, and made my escape into the nearest bathroom.
As soon as I locked the door, I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. I don’t know why this was so funny, but it was. I should have been more embarassed, but I wasn’t.
I don’t know what is worse…dropping your slipper…or dropping your slip…
Alright…I know this has happened to someone else…leave a comment telling the most embarassing place you have ever had a “wardrobe malfunction.”
In front of the preacher just might be the worst…