Violation

I was printing statements to the printer in the hallway, about 54 pages of them to be exact, and as they finished printing I heard some of them fall to the floor. Terrific, I thought.

I sighed and went to go pick them up. Everyone else was in session, so I just squatted down and started picking them up. It only took me about 10 seconds to notice the draft and realize I was probably showing the top of my ass crack. NO ONE at work needs to see my ass crack, I thought and I prepared to change positions. JUST AS THAT THOUGHT CROSSED MY MIND, I heard the tiniest sound behind me. The guy that's here on Thursdays was behind me, letting in a client. MY GOD he takes silent steps. The only sound that got my attention was the damn door being cracked open. He HAD to have seen my ass crack. How do you NOT notice something like that? Now, this guy is very polite, he's a friend of mine, and he's probably 15 years older than I am, and he didn't say a word. I will be forever grateful for that, but still. What timing.

By the time he'd turned back around (THANK GOD he had his back to me when I realized what had just happened), I had switched from squatting to sitting on my knees and the draft was gone and the crack was covered. I hope he noticed that I fixed it. You KNOW he must have looked. I would have.

I wonder who felt more violated - him or me?