What Is Embarrassing?

A friend remarked to me that she would be embarrassed to bare her stomach. I understood. The are few events more embarrassing than for people close, for instance family or friends, even co-workers, to see one's body parts. The very thought makes me cringe. It is not like a stranger, or someone not so close, like a doctor, a nurse, or someone I may never see again. Those people do not matter.

Several years ago, I was at the mall with a friend. Whatever the unusual occasion, I wore a dress and pumps (no longer in my wardrobe). We had lunch in the food court and then went to the restroom. After we came out, I noticed that more than a few people were staring at me. My vanity swelled as I strutted across the tiled floor, clickety-clacking, chatting with my friend. One woman, who was eating with her husband at one of the tables near us, whispered to me and pointed at my dress. Assuming she had just paid me a compliment, I smiled and said "thank you." I turned to walk away, and she called more loudly "Your dress." Again, I smiled, but she shook her head and said "Your dress is caught in your panty hose."

Thinking a tiny edge of hem was caught up, I reached around and felt an entire cheek. My friend looked and burst out laughing. The string, not the dress itself, was caught in my hose causing the folds of the skirt to hang like a curtain, an open curtain where the main event was my ass.

What could I do then? I looked around and up on the second floor. Many people had put their shopping expeditions on hold to watch me walk "compromised" around the mall. I laughed. But those were strangers.

Were I to find myself in a compromised state, I would consider the situation with the worst possible scenario, of course, being if family or friends saw me in such an embarrassing situation. I suppose that after I got over the shock, then anything to do with strangers would not be so bad.