So today as I was wrapping up a therapy session with an 11-yr old girl we were making small talk as we were leaving my office. Suddenly things didn't feel so very correct with my clothing in the lower region of my body. I felt something...sliding. I looked down at my ankles...and sure enough...all of my slip was gathered there...covering my feet. When cute 11-yr old realized, she covered her mouth with her hand and gasped. I laughed and said: "Well, excuse me. My slip has fallen off. Sometimes these things happen." And I then attempted to shimmy it back up to its proper location without exposing anything. I feel as though it went well, and my client and I had a good laugh. I'm sure (hoping) it will do wonders for our therapeutic alliance...now that she's seen me be (very) human.That would be a good enough story alone. Sad news is...this is not the first time my slip has deceived me. Once, about 7 years ago (yes, the slip is that old...waste not, want not)....I was crossing a very busy street...happened to be in SLC...you know the cross walk between temple square and the conference building? Yes the very intersection that is 100% guaranteed to ALWAYS be FULL of cars? The middle of that crosswalk is a great place to have your slip fall to your ankles. That time however...there was no "shimmy time" at my disposal and I made the executive decision to avoid risking my life by such delay. Instead...I casually walked out of the slip...bent down, wadded it up and put it in my purse, held my head and I kept walking. As any distinguished lady would do.
Time to buy a new slip.
