BeardofPants
New Member
I am a magnet for trouble, I surely am.
So... I heard knocking on the door, and thinking that the BF had locked himself out, I opened the door (I live in an apartment). To my chagrin, it wasn't the BF, it was the building manager, and all I was wearing was one of the BF's shirts, which barely covered the unmentionables....
So, I had to stand there, with the guy clearly perving (obviously hoping that I'd flash something), whilst explaining that he was trying to track down a leak. Arrrgh. Still, not quite as bad as the time I flashed a whole construction site, and the site manager had to come and tell me to stop distracting his crew. 


