Husband was driving and we’d parked up in the usual car park at the end of Deansgate and I was slipping my knickers off before we got out of the car. Next thing there was a knock on the window on Husband’s side of the car and a face was right up against the window.
To say I nearly died is understatement of the week. It was the car park attendant asking us how long we thought we might be. I’ve no idea how much he saw and I’ve no idea how long he was there before he knocked on the window.
I was wearing a just above knee length dress with hold-up stockings and because the dress is made of very thin, clingy fabric, as I often do, I’d put knickers on for the drive over to Manchester. Even though it was dark, and the car park isn’t well lit, I find it hard to believe he didn’t see what I was doing. The stockings I was wearing were natural colour and so quite light and I fear my legs could well have been the first thing he saw as he approached the car.
To say I was feeling self conscious as we walked passed his hut, is the second most understated comment of the week.
