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I had to crack a smile at this one.
(Ducking and running from the room now)
That made my day.
Oh my.
It’s an Auto-Undie-Photobomb!
I was in 7th grade. My mother made my clothes. My favorite outfit? The polyester double-knit orange pants with the elastic waist and the t-shirt I had made with the black trains running against a white background. Oh yes. Everyone else was in windowpane jeans and a Farrah do, but me, I was in polyester. And I rode my bike to school. With the violin strapped across the handlebars.
Back to the pants. What I did not know and did not figure out for months, until the day my pants split the seam as I was standing at the board doing a math problem, is that the orange poly was see-through and everyone in school knew that I wore waist-high undies with little flowers. Well, the girls already knew because of PE and changing into our JCPenney blue poly shorts and blue and white striped tops, but the boys knew my underwear, too.
Somebody’s price has been slashed at Walmart!