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Hello world, these are my panties
Who: Jo and Marco
Where: Outside an ice cream parlor in SO
When: Very early afternoon
As soon as she told Gabby she was going out for ice cream, Jo hopped off the couch and went to get dressed. It took her longer than usual because even though everybody knew her fingers would probably heal in less than a week, Trent had insisted she went to the hospital and got the full splint treatment. Which she did. So now with her fingers forcefully stretched, Jo's one hand was useless. She was ready to leave in fifty minutes, having asked one of her siblings to help her tie her boots.
At the ice cream place Jo was faced with another challenge, since getting the cone with two scoops of ice cream on it, and having to pay, then getting change, then putting her coin purse in her bag. Three times was she very close to dropping something, and eventually she had to use her mouth to hold things as well. It was lucky that very little flustered Jo, otherwise the badly secluded laughter of the employees would have done a number on her confidence. "Really it takes a special kind of asshole to laugh at someone who can't use one hand." She said anyway, as she prepared to leave.
Leaving. Now there was yet another challenge. With the ice cream in one hand and the other unfit for use, Jo had to push the cone further into her hand and pull the handle with three fingers, letting it go immediately as she walked through. And therein lied the whole problem. She was through, but her skirt, not quite so. Jo did not notice this fact until, as she began walking, the sound of fabric ripping announced the fact that while Jo moved, her skirt had stayed in place stuck in the closed door.
And Jo was smack in the middle of the road holding ice cream with one hand, her handbag on her other arm, and nothing covering the her favorite pair of underwear, the one that said "Evil Beaver" on the front. "OH SHIT NO!" She screamed which, in hindsight, might not have been the best thing to do considering she wouldn't want to get attention.
Where: Outside an ice cream parlor in SO
When: Very early afternoon
As soon as she told Gabby she was going out for ice cream, Jo hopped off the couch and went to get dressed. It took her longer than usual because even though everybody knew her fingers would probably heal in less than a week, Trent had insisted she went to the hospital and got the full splint treatment. Which she did. So now with her fingers forcefully stretched, Jo's one hand was useless. She was ready to leave in fifty minutes, having asked one of her siblings to help her tie her boots.
At the ice cream place Jo was faced with another challenge, since getting the cone with two scoops of ice cream on it, and having to pay, then getting change, then putting her coin purse in her bag. Three times was she very close to dropping something, and eventually she had to use her mouth to hold things as well. It was lucky that very little flustered Jo, otherwise the badly secluded laughter of the employees would have done a number on her confidence. "Really it takes a special kind of asshole to laugh at someone who can't use one hand." She said anyway, as she prepared to leave.
Leaving. Now there was yet another challenge. With the ice cream in one hand and the other unfit for use, Jo had to push the cone further into her hand and pull the handle with three fingers, letting it go immediately as she walked through. And therein lied the whole problem. She was through, but her skirt, not quite so. Jo did not notice this fact until, as she began walking, the sound of fabric ripping announced the fact that while Jo moved, her skirt had stayed in place stuck in the closed door.
And Jo was smack in the middle of the road holding ice cream with one hand, her handbag on her other arm, and nothing covering the her favorite pair of underwear, the one that said "Evil Beaver" on the front. "OH SHIT NO!" She screamed which, in hindsight, might not have been the best thing to do considering she wouldn't want to get attention.