Wednesday, December 8, 2010
rock my fanny
Nearly everyone is put on the spot at some time or another. For some it's a flaming toddler tantrum in the grocery store. For others it's public speaking, an unwelcome confrontation, being caught doing something naughty or making a buffoon of oneself in some way. Always a tough one for me on how to respond because these all seem like valid options to me. But if you must know, the one that pushed this one out was the spectacle I caused earlier this year at the airport. I stuffed my skirt into my favorite textured tights and wandered through the main terminal oblivious that my rear was on display until three cleaning ladies chased me down, hooting and howling and pointing. My friend Liv tried to make me feel better, writing, "I'm sure you rocked that fanny with style." And no doubt I did, because I had no idea that I was rockin' it. (and after that I freaked out profoundly, then vanished into the undertow.) Thank you, Liv, for that spot-on closing line.
(Your stories of public embarrassment are heartily welcome but not required.)
Posted by aimee