Tuesday, May 12, 2009

How Not to Wear Panty Hose!


I almost died. From embarrassment, that is, and even today when I think about it I still get that’s sinking feeling. But then, within seconds, I laugh at the memory of it. Still, for a young aspiring marketing executive it was an hour or so of living hell.

I was living and working in downtown Toronto and had just found my way into the world of marketing and communications. We were working on a new fall promotion for a client and I was tasked with meeting their national marketing director to review the details. I was more than pleased at the opportunity, which was scheduled for 9 a.m. on a Monday morning.

Sleep was difficult Sunday night. I remember lying in bed going over and over the information in my mind, until finally drifting of into a deep sleep. When I awoke the next morning I immediately knew I was in trouble.

My alarm hadn’t gone off.

Damn. It was already 8 a.m. and it would take at least 30 to 40 minutes to drive to the meeting. I didn’t have much time or many choices. I grabbed the outfit I had worn the day before – navy pants, light-colored blouse and navy blazer. It would do just fine. I jumped in my car and flew through the morning traffic.

I pulled into the parking lot at precisely 8:50 a.m. Perfect. I wanted to make a good impression. The receptionist showed me to the marketing director’s office. It was impressive. There was a large mahogany desk and wonderful leather chairs. I made a mental note to have an office like it someday, but we were soon down to business.

I leaned over to collect files from my briefcase when something caught my eye.

“Oh my God,” I thought to myself. Hanging from my pants were the panty hose I had worn with the outfit the day before. Oh no. I started to sweat and feel a little sick.

“Coffee?”

“Yes, I’d love a cup.”

That might buy me some time, but no such luck. The national marketing director buzzed the receptionist and she brought in the coffee.

“Focus,” I told myself, but distracted I was. Then I had a brilliant idea. If I stepped on the end of the panty hose that was sticking out and gently pulled, maybe I could get them out that way. I could then tuck the panty hose into my briefcase and no one would be the wiser.

To summarize the situation: I was presenting to a major client, drinking coffee and trying to free panty hose from my pants.

It wasn’t my day.

The plan seemed simple enough, but the execution was less than flawless. As it happened, the panty hose were occupying both legs of my pants and freeing them was impossible, no matter how nonchalantly I pulled.

I was actually making things worse. I had only succeeded in dragging about six inches more of the panty hose from the pants, hardly the fashion statement I was trying to make.

The presentation continued. It went well and the marketing director didn’t seem to be aware of my personal struggle. That was good, because I was only catching every other word and feeling sicker as each moment went by.

Time for plan B: stuffing the panty hose further up my pant legs. Yes, that could work. I casually pushed my chair back a little from the desk, exchanging ideas and taking notes as I went. Then I crossed my legs so that I was closer to those damn panty hose. There, I could reach. At that point I was very grateful for the mahogany desk, which was shielding me from total embarrassment.

Stuffing the panty hose back into my pants worked better than trying to pull them out and finally there was nothing showing. What relief, and the meeting was almost over.

I slowly put all of my files back into my briefcase and thought about my options. Was there a washroom close by? No.

I had no choice but to take slow, deliberate steps towards the exit. The hallway seemed longer on the way out and I walked much slower than normal.

Concentrating, I remember feeling the panty hose slipping. I was at the reception desk when I felt them starting to escape.

Finally, I was out of the building. The panty hoses were slipping more by then. When I got to the car the panty hose were actually dragging on the ground. I quickly jumped into my car and tugged and tugged until those blasted panty hose were free.

Since then, I check the legs of my pants before every presentation.