Today, in an underground subway passage, a woman said to me, “Excuse me, ma’am, your dress is riding up.”
No one’s ever said that to me! I was grateful that she took the time to say something. I often wonder if I’m the kind of person who takes the time to say things like that to strangers. It can be a difficult thing, I think. There’s no telling how a person will react. It can shameful to hear from a stranger that they can see your underwear, or there’s toilet paper on your shoe, or some foreign matter is on your face. Shame can lead people to react angrily. Even violently. And in New York I’ve learned that it’s wise to avoid angry, violent people.
I myself got angry when the woman told me about my dress. I didn’t get angry at her, though. I got angry at my place of employment because THEY are the ones who issued me the dress I was wearing. Because of THEM I inadvertantly gave strangers a view of my upper thigh area. They don’t pay me enough for that!
Actually, the static cling is mostly my own fault. I don’t use dryer sheets. I can’t afford that luxury right now.
I guess that’s all I wanted to say. Here’s a picture of my uniform: