My Worst Workplace Fashion Disaster Ever

It was shaping up to be one of those prototypical bad work days even though it was a balmy 90 degree April day at the seashore. I knew this the moment I set foot on the property that once belonged to my beloved grandmother, Kay Luciano. However, what I didn't know was how bad it was about to get.

My Aunt, grandma's estate executor, had hired me to put the Lincoln Ave property to rights so it could be sold as soon as possible. Trying to set personal attachments aside I began treating Lincoln Ave as just another flip property, starting first with a run to the code enforcer's office to have my aunt explain that we were indeed fixing all the code violations. After that nerve racking nail biting experience it was on to fixing the screens that were broken by vandals and various sea storms that had hit the island. Getting raveled up in the screen spline and almost falling head over heals through the back apartment told me things were getting slowly but surely worse but I pushed on to the front yard work.

My biggest fashion mistake of the day had to be working in that front yard. As I crouched down to pull the weeds I watched closely as the code enforcement officer made round after round, checking up on our progress, or so I thought. What I should have been checking closely was my blouse. After a few hours of what seemed like impossible weed pulling, my aunt came around to the front of the house to check my progress. As she caught sight of me crouching on the walkway her voice cracked and she burst out laughing. Puzzled, I responded, "What's up?" She then told me to look down. I did as she asked and that is when I realized that Janet Jackson had nothing on me. There, hanging out of my blouse for all of Seaside Heights to see, was my bare and very ample breasts!! Without even realizing it I had just flashed the entire vicinity of Lincoln Ave!! Quickly shoving the girls back into place I uttered a quick apology to anyone who could hear it and resumed work, trying to forget that the whole thing had happened.

However, Aunt Anita couldn't resist reminding me of my "wardrobe malfunction" every time I went near the front yard. She even asked me to wear that particular shirt again as it could possibly drum up a sale on the house!! Well, regardless of the interest it did or didn't create in our family home, I do know that the code enforcement officer probably went home a very happy man that night!