OK, so I was eight months pregnant. I had on a darling green mini-dress (what was I thinking???) that I had made myself. I had embroidered little flowers all over it. I was wearing nylons, held up by a garter belt (no panty hose in those days!) which slipped down and sat under my belly. I was walking home from work and I could feel it falling lower and lower.
Just then my neighbor passed me in his truck, and pulled over to offer me a ride home. I climbed up into the truck and by the time I had arranged myself in the seat, I could see that the tops of my nylons were touching my knees. I had no idea where the garter belt had positioned itself. When we arrived at my door, I had to scoot over and then climb down. I could see the bagginess below the knees. I turned to say thanks and watched his eyes take in the sight, before I rushed inside to look in the mirror.
My dress ended at mid-thigh, my garter belt was showing just below, and my nylons were in a puddle around my calves. Just think about that when you're having a bad day!