Car Adventures - Part 1

So my awesome car has had the life driven out of it.

At least by my standards.

So it is time for a renewed existence with someone else.

Bittersweet.

 Because I have loved this car the most!

I only have one car now.

So I knew it would be tricky trying to sell this on my own

while coordinating buying another vehicle immediately after.

I patiently listed it for sale and prayed it would all come together smoothly.

I got my first call one Sunday after church.  So while still in my dress, I headed down to meet him.

It was a nice little summery tube top dress with a black bolero jacket over top.

I texted my girlfriend Tracy to let her know I was going alone

and I would notify her when I was done.

Or else call 911. 

The showing to the prospective buyer went like this.

Sunday after church.

He called.

We decided where/when to meet.

He was a super nice gentleman buying it for his wife.

It was a HOT afternoon.

I went on the test drive with him.

Which I never do.

I'm in the passenger side.

Explaining all of the techy gadgets to him.

We drove around for 15 mins.

We arrived back to the parking lot.

I take my seatbelt off.

I'm still showing how to work the a/c seats.

I finally happen to glance down and notice.

MY DRESS IS AROUND MY WAIST!!!

Complete panic & humiliation set in.

I quickly distract him to look at some random button on his door.

I grab my dress and pull it back over my boobs.

HOW LONG HAS MY DRESS BEEN OFF?!?!

HOW THE HECK DOES SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPEN?!?!

I start sweating.

And rambling.

I quickly exit the car.

Trying to pretend nothing happened.

He does too.

I shake his hand.

No eye contact is made.

I bolted out of there.

And called Tracy & Lyndsay dying laughing.

Needless to say,

he didn't buy the car.

I think he figured I was overly desperate to sell it.

I'm sure he was wondering how to explain to his wife that

the Stripper doesn't come with the vehicle.

I would post the "after" pic.

But it's not appropriate for this family blog.

No, not because it's Playboy worthy.

Rather it would fit in this magazine.

But seeing how I always let my humiliation make others' days.

I reenacted a "after" picture and sent it to Lyndsay.

She laughed so hard that she fell over.

Glad someone found this amusing.