Warning: Gusty Winds Ahead

My office shares a building with a language school that caters to young Europeans who want to practice their English, and as such there are always slim, fashionable, cigarette-smoking men and women gathered in clusters around the elevators and entryway. Every time I walk through a group of them I feel self-consciously unglamorous, just another boring American going to just another boring job while they all lounge around, taking deep draws off their galoises and sharing exciting tales of international travel in their heavily-accented English. So imagine how awesome it was when, yesterday afternoon, a gust of wind blew by just as I was walking out of the building, catching my pretty new summer wrap dress and flipping it wide open, exposing my decidedly non-sexy underpants to the gawking crowd of European language school students. I believe I will wear a mask to work for the rest of the week.