At the tender age of 17 way back in the early 1960's I was out with a mixed group of friends at the local, what we used to call back then, hop. We were all about to leave and the guys were waiting for a few of us girls to go to the ladies room to fix our makeup and have that last minute pee before going on to a coffe bar to conclude our regular Saturday night out.
Being in such a hurry in an effort not to keep everybody waiting and especially the guy who I had a major crush on at the time, I dashed into the toilet cubicle to have a quick pee and rushed out again to join the group who were by that time only waiting for me. The guys being gentlemen in those days allowed us girls to leave first and it was only when we reached the door that one of my girlfriends told me that my skirt was hitched up in my panties at the back. My underwear was in full view for all to see and I was paralyzed with embarrassment. It took me years to recover from that awful event.
Being in such a hurry in an effort not to keep everybody waiting and especially the guy who I had a major crush on at the time, I dashed into the toilet cubicle to have a quick pee and rushed out again to join the group who were by that time only waiting for me. The guys being gentlemen in those days allowed us girls to leave first and it was only when we reached the door that one of my girlfriends told me that my skirt was hitched up in my panties at the back. My underwear was in full view for all to see and I was paralyzed with embarrassment. It took me years to recover from that awful event.


