Oh shame …my public walk of shame down a high traffic bridge

“You know how you dress up and just know that you look so good? Well, if it doesn’t happen to you, it happens to me. I look in the mirror and I know ….I’m looking real good. Of course, on such days, everything about me is filled with swagger. My walk, my talk ….all ooze with sexiness.

Well, on one of such days, I was looking hot and feeling good about it too; I was dressed in one of my favourite suits – a light brown short skirt with a close cropped jacket.  Sexy heels and an expensive bag finished off the outfit and I was feeling great that morning.

My car was bad so I hitched a ride with my brother in his raggedy old car. I hated entering that car because he didn’t keep it clean enough for me – sometimes, I even think I hear cockroaches running around in it ….disgusting.

Anyway, I hitched a ride that morning and he dropped me off just at the top of Apongbon bridge which was a five minute walk from my office near UBA head office. Knowing how good I looked, I happily strutted my ass along the high traffic road but after a few seconds, I noticed that people would turn to look at me as they drove past. This was a business district and I was walking along the heart of it so there was a lot of car and foot traffic. Initially, I thought it was because of my hot legs – everyone compliments me on them – but then, I began to suspect that my legs were not the reason I was getting stared at. I mean, even girls and old women were turning to look at me so what’s up with that?

Slowly, my steps became a little bit uncertain and a few seconds later, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a young girl like me and she smiled; in quiet tones, she told me that my skirt was stained and when my eyes widened in panic, she shook her head, saying that it didn’t look like period stains so it must be something else. Stopping with me, she stood as I checked my skirt; it was a wet blackish stain and immediately, I thought of my brother’s ragged car seats which were covered with black cloth. I groaned and lost all my momentum immediately.

Luckily, the girl’s office was just a few blocks away and she offered to take me there to wash up since mine was still further down. She walked behind me all the way until we got into her office building. She took me to the restroom on her floor and stayed while I washed out the back of my skirt and used the hand dryer to dry it a little bit. When I got to my office, I spent some time standing around until my skirt dried out completely.

Of course when I called my brother, he didn’t even apologise. As far as he was concerned, I should be grateful he gave me a ride and besides, he didn’t understand why he should apologise for washing his car seats. He also thought it was funny.

Anyway, that’s the story of my walk of shame down a high traffic bridge. Now, if I have to enter my brother’s car, I make sure to touch the car seats first to be sure they are dry because I can’t imagine doing another walk of shame again.