me, a desperate housewife?

I order shipping boxes hundreds at a time. They are sent to me by truck...big trucks with 18 wheels. The boxes are bundled together on pallets. I usually help the driver to unload the boxes and put them in the garage.

Last summer an especially big shipment of boxes came. I met the driver in the driveway and he seemed very nice...very happy to see me. He just kept smiling at me and I could swear he even winked. I worked really hard helping him unload these big heavy bundles of boxes. When we were done, he left...smiling widely.

When I got back in, I remember pausing and thinking "what a very nice guy". On my way back to work on orders, I passed a mirror and, to my horror, discovered the secret to the trucker's smile. Somehow, my shirt was almost entirely unbuttoned. I don't mean just a button or two more than usual. I mean that the shirt was entirely open...exposing a very lacy, demi-cup bra, filled to the brim.

And remember, I was doing real work...bending, lifting, and heaving.

Can you imagine what this driver must have been thinking? I'm sure he returned with quite a story to tell of his trucking friends. He found his own desperate housewife. Now this was a very embarrassing moment for me. I do not go around exposing my chest to just anyone. But instead of dwelling on the embarrassment, I am going to try to remember the pure joy in that nice trucker's smile.