15 is a good mortification age. I cried on a school trip when I was 15 - like properly cried, so much that my contact lens got stuck and one of the parents had to help me fish it out. That one still haunts me!
I’m thinking of the time 20-year-old me walked through Minneapolis with my skirt tucked into my tights. It must have been BLOCKS: out of whichever building I was coming out of, across my college campus, down a busy street past the frat houses, until some kind person told me my entire ass was out for the world to see 😂
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15 is a good mortification age. I cried on a school trip when I was 15 - like properly cried, so much that my contact lens got stuck and one of the parents had to help me fish it out. That one still haunts me!
I’m thinking of the time 20-year-old me walked through Minneapolis with my skirt tucked into my tights. It must have been BLOCKS: out of whichever building I was coming out of, across my college campus, down a busy street past the frat houses, until some kind person told me my entire ass was out for the world to see 😂
@ratlands - as a former contact lens wearer, OUCH! @oopsiedoodle - classic mortification moment!