TIFU by accidentally going to work with my underwear down my trouser leg…

After regaling my story to my husband I thought I’d share with the hopes of making somebody laugh.

The mornings in my household are busy. Trying to get myself and my kid organised and out the door on time is not an easy feat. Today was no different after hollering at said child to put his socks on for the 10th time after hearing him fanny about with Alexa upstairs in his room. I quickly get dressed and grab a snack for his bag and off we go.

I get to work and sit at my desk. It’s a long bank of computers with my colleagues to the left and right of me. I’m happily being a productive little soul (whilst on Reddit for most of the day) when we are called in for a meeting. Walking to said meeting, I realise that something feels “off” about my left trouser leg.

Now, I had vaguely noticed this earlier putting it down to maybe the bottom of my jeans getting stuck under my shoe (I’m 5’2, jeans are always a bit too long) But on walking to said meeting I noticed that the weird feeling against my leg is moving.

I sit down at the meeting (which is filled to the gunnels with staff by the way) and casually try and inspect what is wrong with my bloody jeans. Then it dawns on me when I feel the material of my panties inside my trouser leg.

For context on how exactly this managed to occur. Last night after I had finished work I didn’t have a space in the car park and had to trek the 10 minute walk to my car in the cold and rain. So by the time I got home I was cold to my bones, stripped on the spot and hopped right into the shower to scald my skin and get a heat in me, I had changed into my jammies after getting out, fired my clean clothes over that chair we all have in our bedroom and clearly forgot that my underwear was inside my jeans.

Now, to our tale.

At the meeting it’s now dawned on me that my knickers are basically at my ankle and could fall out at any point. I discreetly try and shove them back up my leg but it’s just not happening. Meeting finishes and now have to somehow walk back to my desk praying to every flavour of deity that my pants don’t fall out.

One of my legs is very slightly shorter than the other so when I walk I have a pronounced sway/wiggle that my other half quite enjoys. This walk to my desk looked somewhere between the John Wayne cowboy walk and not trying to piss yourself as you hobble to the bathroom.

I make it back to my desk with my pants still at my left ankle wondering how the hell I get it out of my jeans and into my handbag, bearing in mind I’m flanked by two colleagues on either side. After contemplating my life choices for a while, colleagues on the right gets up to go to the loo, I decide this is my chance! I literally do the “oh look over there colleague on the left is that such and such” and frantically grab my handbag and try to pull the knickers from the back of my ankle under my jeans and into my handbag like I’m trying to pull off the greatest heist that ever was.

I was so preoccupied with distracting colleague on the left that I didn’t notice that college on the right had returned to his desk and witnessed the pantie heist. My eyes lock with his and I see about to burst into laughter. I manage to buy his silence with a week’s worth of coffee whilst spending the rest of the day being subjected to every underwear pun or reference much to the confusion of colleague on the left. Whether he keeps his word remains to be seen.

The moral of the story, kids, is to know where your underwear is at all times and how to bribe the people you work with.

TL:DR didn’t realise my underwear was inside my trousers when I got dressed this morning and had to figure out how to discreetly hide them in my handbag and got caught.