… you arrive at CAB, your supervisor lets you in and says “uh, Emma, you’ve got something pink on your footplate.” and offers to pick it up for you.
And before you even see what it is you know it’s a pair of knickers. And just lamely say “it’s alright, they’re clean.” while tucking them in your handbag. And then giggle and tell your other colleague. Because why the hell not?
In my defence my powerchair lives in front of the dryer and I’d gotten in it then swung round and fished for a fleece out of the dryer right before leaving the house.
But it’s not much of an excuse given that over the years I’ve
had a neighbour chase down the road to tell me I had a bra hanging off the back of my chair.
had another CAB colleague find a tea towel tucked on top of my batteries
Gone in to see the practice nurse to have her point out a scarf I didn’t know about on my chair
And had so many knicker related wheelchair incidents (including one where I had a pair stuck in my wheel and my friend had to borrow some scissors in Sainsburys coffee shop to cut them out) that my mum knew this one involved a pair before I even got to that point in the story.
I’d like to think that this is the last “oh, knickers!” moment I’ll have with my powerchair. But then I am trying to be more realistic this year. And I know it won’t be.