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My Little Pantyhose The Day My Stockings Turned on Me

I hate pantyhose but I bought them regularly when I worked in corporate America as I often wore skirts and suits to work. In my haste, I inadvertently purchased a pair of IVORY pantyhose (ugh) that were not my regular size. It was a brand I wore often but they were too short/small. Pantyhose stretch, right? Yes... but if your hips, thighs and behind are ample, there's always a chance they won't cover all you need them to cover. I owned one girdle I rarely wore and did not have it on that day.

It was a Sunday, and because my stomach rumbled through most of the sermon, I decided I would make a quick run to the grocery store after church to grab some items for a nice Sunday dinner. Before I got out of my car, I did the careful inch-by-inch hike most hose-wearing women are familiar with. I walked into the store, grabbed a basket and headed down an aisle. I continued to add items to my basket when, without warning, I heard a quiet elastic snap! as my pantyhose rolled down a bit. I paused… stood motionless… hoping they would not roll again. I altered my walk. I took quick baby steps and as panic set in thought, “I gotta get outta here before these things roll all the way down!”

I shimmied to the express register, kind of sliding my feet. Still they rolled. The express line is NEVER express. I stood perfectly still in line, praying and hoping my pantyhose would not reach the point of no return – under the hem of my skirt which fell right at my knee. Curses! I imagine sheer nervous energy made them roll again because I know I didn’t move an inch. By the time I got to the cashier, they were about mid-thigh… which further restricted my movement. I took my bag and penguin-walked ever-so-slowly out the door.

It was windy that day and perhaps because it was right after church and Buffalo is a big football town, the store was starting to get busy as people made last-minute game preparations. I was parked about 150 yd. from the door. I stopped, contemplated sprinting to my car, then decided against it. Instead, I pretended to study my receipt and then proceeded to take very, very small steps toward my car. I was too frightened to look down – for fear I would see the crotch of my pantyhose down around my knees. My face was hot and I was certain everyone was staring. When I did peek down, it seemed they’d stopped rolling for the time being. I felt giggles rising in my throat as I inched closer to my car. “Almost there…just… got.. to.. get,” I whispered to myself and grinned. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I made a mad dash the last 20 feet to my car. And that’s when I saw them… my little pantyhose… looking up, mocking me, from mid-calf.

I fumbled with the lock, flung open the door and dove into my car. Then, I laughed until I was in tears and couldn’t breathe. I took them off and headed home, where I promptly tossed them in the garbage. I don’t wear pantyhose that often anymore but now I only buy ones that come up over my boobs.

Originally Written: December 13, 2004

OneHipSista

Hi. I'm Valerie. Glad you're here – come on in and sit a spell. I've never put so much of my writing online but I share my personal experiences in hopes that I help someone in some way. I hope you find something you read thought-provoking, amusing or encouraging. Reach out or comment if you like. Please forgive the typos, grammar and cussing. Thanks for stopping by.

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