No photos to go with this blog entry and once you've read it you'll be glad...
Our community has a landscape crew who do all the mowing for us, but we are responsible for all the detail work like edging and weed whacking, For some reason people who do trimming work aren't very dependable. I've lost count of the number of trimmers we've gone through over the years. They just suddenly disappear- sometimes even when we owe them money for the previous month. I don't know if they were thrown in jail, deported, on a drunk or hit the lottery.
Today when the trimming crew showed up, I hurried out to pay them for this month's work. We've had this crew for several months now and I'm hoping we can keep them for awhile. As I walked out the door my neighbor across the street was yelling something at me but I couldn't hear her over the weed whacker. As I walked up to the trimmer guy, I turned and made a motion to her indicating I couldn't hear her as I yelled "What?" At just that moment the guy shut the weed whacker off and everyone within six blocks probably heard her yell at the top of her lungs "You're ass is hanging out!"
At first it didn't sink in what she said and I hollered back "What? What's hanging out?" And as soon as I said that it hit me what she had said. Too late- she yelled back "Your ass! It's hanging out!" Sure enough, my dress was tucked up in the back of my panties. As I quickly turned to hide my ass from the trimmer, I handed him his money and walked backwards toward the door. My only thought was damn- I bet these trimmers never come back now! And I made a note to always check after I potty to make sure my ass isn't hanging out.