I was just trying to help out.
Sitting at church this morning, I noticed Father needed a few more people to help with communion during mass. As I made my way out of our front row pew and to the altar, I decided to remove my sunglasses from on top of my head and toss them onto the pew where I'd been sitting.
You know, to make my presence a little classy and all...
As I stepped towards my pew to chuck the sunglasses, I stepped onto a floor vent blowing nice cold air. Right up my dress.
I felt the skirt of the dress fly up and quickly grabbed it, stepping away from the air and patting my dress back into place. I went about distributing communion and sat back down next to my husband when I was done.
"Are you wearing underwear?" he whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"Lesley didn't think you were wearing underwear."
I looked over at my friend one section over who was shrugging her shoulders in question.
"Yes!" I mouthed to her, nodding.
Dave put his arm around me. "Apparently she caught quite a view," he explained.
Mass ended right after, and Lesley filled me in. It seems the vent blew my dress further up than I'd thought. Way up. Like, over the waistline of my flesh-colored panties up.
My first thoughts included a litany of things worse than an entire congregation seeing my laundry day undies, including the entire congregation seeing my laundry day undies in a wedgie formation, encasing monthly feminine supplies, or foregone in place of actual granny panties. Or a thong.
Still, I felt a need for confession.
Father was busy chatting, so I asked Sister Doris to cleanse my soul. She assured me the sin was not mine, however. The sin lies in the heart of those who enjoyed it.
Knowing what the view must have been, I imagine we all got out of there sin-free and clean.