(sigh)
Science is incredible. You pull a pair of pantyhose out of the packaging and have to put on your glasses to see this tiny bit of nylon you're supposed to be able to pull over your calves, thighs and tummy. There's a reason they're called "Control Top." THEY do the controlling. You just happen to inhabit them but you're at their mercy. You breathe only when you pull the elastic waist away from your body. You go in the direction they command you. Your feet scream all day because the reinforced toe is killing the corns on your little piggies. Girls, you KNOW what I'm talking about here. If you happen to get them on the slightest bit crooked, you walk like a crab all day long. And God forbid you should need to use the restroom in a hurry. Pull them down quickly and it'll take five minutes to get the wrinkles out and pull them up back up. And don't for a moment think you can fix the crooked way you put them on at 6 that morning. They're in that "crab-like" position on your sorry butt for the rest of the day.
Pantyhose falls into that same category with me as seatbelts. The only saving grace is that it's not illegal to go bare-legged! For small favors I'm grateful.
(sigh)
3 comments:
What a load of macaca. Don't get your pantyhose in a bunch, reach down, grab a hold, and yank, baby! At the rate you are shedding clothing and automotive safety devices, you will be driving naked in a dune buggy down 17 before Hispanic Heritage Month kicks off.
I just love the feedback I get on these things! LOL
I betcha have gorgeous legs and don't need those crazy things anyway!
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