waiting in a line of 30 people to pay that water bill or
finally getting to the little payment window only to argue with a lady about receipts while Lennon pulls up the back of my skirt and tucks it into the top of my skirt so
thirty people in line can see. And what's worse? Wearing regular underwear when this happens or wearing garments like I do? And how long did I stand like that? I will never know.