It was a gorgeous day today, albeit a slow day at work, which means I left the office at 4:30pm. I ran an errand and on my jacket-free walk to the subway I noticed a Pinkberry. Yum! Of course I had to stop.
I was walking along 14th Street, headed to the 2/3, thinking about what a perfect spring moment I was having, cup of froyo in one hand, spoon shoveling in the other, when whoosh!! And up flies my dress. I'd changed into comfier flats so I didn't think twice about walking over the grates that run above the subway I usually avoid when in heels.
I scrambled to pull the spoon outta my mouth, stick it into the cup, and use the one now free hand to push down my dress and I scampered off the grate. I wasn't super successful. Oh yeah, and it was 5:30, when everyone's leaving work and heading to the subway.
Thank goodness for laundry day. Had it been any other day I wouldn't have been so...covered.