Wardrobe Malfunction

This is the tale of skirt, a skirt come undone. This skirt is Cuban. She originates from Ybor City in Tampa, Fl. Ybor City is a few blocks radius of pure Cuba. Cigar bars, cafe con leche, fried plantains and second hand stores to the infinity power. Bliss? Si senors y senoritas. It is one of those villages that makes one feel as though they've slipped right into another country- such ease, such ease!

And this skirt that's come undone, she lived on a circular rack in one of these stores. And I loved her straight way, arrow through the heart. She's proven to be wardrobally(word? no, but that's ok) valuable. She squishes very small and is ultra packable. And she is of superior versatility. So versatile she is, that I can wear her shopping at Sam's Club.

Shopping at Sam's Club clothes means that you are able to hoist paper towel packages the size of a smart car into your trunk. Which occurred yesterday while out on a work errand. After "the hoist," I turned to deposit the cart into the corral, when a Sam's Club employee offered to take my cart for me. How hospitable I know. I thanked him and he, in super fast, nervous English ditto'd my thank you with a frightened look on his face.

That's when something made me look down. Perhaps a breeze or something of that nature. And there, standing in the Sam's Club parking lot, my skirt came undone. And that man saw my underwear.

Because you see, this was a "wrap skirt."

And so, I ran to the car and laid my head low, right there on the center console and cracked up laughing. As if there is much else to do.

Later last night, as we walked through one of my most adored Denver places, the Botanic Garden, we happened upon a placque. One that so appropriately sums up the days adventure: