No Wonder My Mom Uses Fabric Softener Sheets

So, I'm walking out of our local Publix (supermarket) with a cheery smile on my face, it was a lovely morning, sunshiney and not yet too hot. I had had a pleasant time there with the workers smiling and greeting me and not too many people about since it was a Tuesday morning. I said 'hello' to everyone and was having a good old time.

As I was walking to my car I looked at my reflection in the driver's window and noticed something dangling from my shirt. When did I don a loin cloth, outside of my jeans no less? (I was wearing an old brown shirt that once was Mike's and a pair of jeans.) I looked closer and finally looked down at myself and saw to my horror that I had one of my knee high stockings clinging from under my shirt by sheer force of static electricity. It hung down onto my jeans like a used, old, brown condom stuck to me.

Chalk it up to embarrassing moment of the day.

Me.