Your fly is down
But I won't tell you.
(Don’t worry it all got sorted out before she left the restroom.)
Since we’re all talking about Sanrio Puroland here’s a picture of me hugging Cinnamoroll:
Boaz’s photos with Cinnamoroll were better because he instinctively held Cinnamoroll’s hands, while I went for the face. Another Sanrio Puroland fun fact: being there makes me look like a kid from a 1950s canned beans ad.
We’ve made it to canned beans so it’s time to wrap up! Do you tell people when they have things in their teeth or fuzz in their hair? I guess, like most things, it really depends what your relationship is. Which shirt would you wear? Have you met any nice mascots lately?
A friend of mine recently discovered, while shopping in Goodwill, that her dress had slipped off her shoulder and for a good five minutes she had been walking around with, well, half her chest hanging out of her shirt. Darren and I later discussed whether that's the sort of thing we'd point out to someone. "Surely they'd KNOW if their nipple was hanging out, right? Maybe it was a stylistic choice? You just never know, Ma."
I always tell people! There is the momentary awkwardness (but heck! That's my life on the daily) and then just sheepish gratitude!
Once I was catching a bus and the girl I front if me has like 10 green inch worms all over her back, and then after telling her (she was horrified), she tasked me with removing Said worms. Could you imagine her horror had no one said anything?!