Even though I work from my home, there are times that I am required to meet with clients in their businesses, go to lunch meetings, or work on location. During these times I put my feminine presentation aside and tow the straight and narrow… in other words, totally in guy mode.
That is how things have been a lot lately. My work has been full and busy, thus more outside meetings and obligations. Last week I looked at my upcoming schedule and realized that I had a meeting with a client scheduled for lunch on Tuesday, which as St. Patrick’s Day. My client’s name is McNamara so I thought that there was a strong chance that he would be observing the day in style. So I felt that I should wear something green in his honor. The only problem was, I had nothing ‘green’ in my closet! Nothing!!
I told Linda about this on Friday and she suggest we go out shopping this weekend together so she could help me pick something out. I should point out here that I have a black belt in shopping, at least when it comes to buying for her or for ‘
That being the case, I was thrilled when Linda said she would go shopping with me. We made plans to go out Saturday afternoon after lunch. Low and behold, who should call just before we were ready to go out the door? None other than Darryl! Of course Linda was not going to miss that call so she told me to go into the living room and wait for her while she talked to Darryl on the bedroom extension. I knew that this was going to take awhile. An hour later she came bouncing into the room, ready to go shopping.
She talked all of the way to the mall about Darryl and what’s been going on with him. Fortunately, she left out the intimate stuff, otherwise I would not have been able to concentrate on driving or felt much like shopping. I could also sense something changing in her attitude as we got out of the car at the mall.
The first store we went into she suggested heading to the lingerie department. I reminded her that I was there to find a green shirt and she said that she hadn’t forgotten, but that Darryl had made a few suggestions to her.
We walked over to a panty display that was set up for St. Patrick’s Day. The table was covered with various styles of panties; bikinis, hiphuggers, thongs… all either in green or with shamrocks and leprechons covering them. We had just started searching through the assortment when a young sales clerk wandered over, asking if we needed any help.
“My boyfriend told me that my husband needed some special panties for St. Patrick’s Day,” Linda offered while I turned crimson. I had no idea that she was going to do this. The salesgirl’s jaw kind of dropped at that. Then Linda picked up a green sequined hiphugger and asked me if I like it. I was still in shock and didn’t answer her immediately.
Then Linda picked up a thong that had “Kiss me, I’m Irish!” written across it. “Too bad Darryl isn’t here. He would love seeing me in these,” she smiled.
Fortunately, that was the extent of the lingerie shopping, and public humiliation. Linda must have felt that she had put me through the wringer enough for one day. We continued on to the men’s department where I picked out a normal dress shirt in green. On Tuesday I wore my new shirt along with my new green panty for my lunch meeting.
I am sure that Darryl got a big kick out of hearing about my shopping outing with Linda. I know that sales gal won’t soon forget it.