Another one of my "incidents" ;....

I had a very prim and proper aunt (goodness knows how she produced 3 offspring) whose waist elastic gave in her half-slip as we were standing at a zebra crossing in France on holiday. There was a market nearby and lots of people around. It was the end of the world for her - she went bright red as she stepped out of her germolene-coloured underwear and picked it up, just as everyone was crossing the road.

On the same holiday - we were camping in a rather primitive campsite in France - she was on the toilet when she was attacked by a rather vicious hornet, which then chased her right across the field. Again, bright red and sooo embarrassed. I was 10, but I remember it very clearly. She was suffering from constipation, I seem to remember, (which is why she had retired to the loo) although, given her primness, I don't know how I got to hear about this, but I asked her if she had really gone "ngngn" (straining noise, like delivering a baby?!?!). My mother told me to shut up; it was embarrassing enough for her sister-in-law as it was!

That happened to me in the Paris metro. We didn't wear tousers in those days and suddenly my knicker elastic went. The only thing to do was to step out of my knickers and stuff them in my bag. I was sooo embarrassed, I have remembered it to this day. Remember when we carried buttons incase the rubber button failed on our suspender belts and a button or 6p piece could mend it!

I have so far, not had a knicker episode, but a looooong time ago, when shopping with my mum, her knicker elastic went. Quick thinking on her part, she dived into a shop, where she knew the staff, asked for a stapler. In the loo she folded and stapled the top of her pants. Well done mum. ? and the repair lasted till she got home.

I was newly married and out shopping with DH in a discount clothing store. It was quite cold and I was wearing tights under my trousers. Always on the lookout for a bargain, I went into the changing room to try something on and had to remove the tights and trousers.
When I came out, my DH had bumped into his mother and my 14 year old BIL . We were chatting away, when MIL said, "What is that lying on the floor at your feet?" I looked down at the same time as young BIL. There on the floor were my knickers. Some how the had got caught up in my trouser leg, when I was trying to get the tights back on in the fitting room and had gradually worked their way down my trouser leg and landed at the feet of MIL. As my young BIL turned a pretty shade of puce, I quietly bent down without a word, as if this was the most normal thing in the world and stuffed them in my pocket.

Am I the only one who admits to enjoy going commando style? To be fair, I only do it at home and usually in the summer months! And I'm no spring chicken either!!!

I was wearing new sloggies and became very sore in my groin so next day went knicker-less ,was wearing crops as it was very hot , went to local hospital for knee x-ray. Now last time I had knee x-rayed I didn't have to remove my crop trousers so was horrified when the young doctor told me to remove my trousers, my Portuguese being very basic I blabbed like a mad woman as to why I couldn't remove my trousers, I backed out of the x-ray cubicle and hobbled home to my husband who didn't see anything funny about my going nicker-less especially as I didn't get to the toilet in time while giggling like someone possessed.
Sheepishly went back to x-ray next day complete with knickers and red face.?

Phoenix, your original post made me laugh so hard it's as well I was at home. My only commando episode was recently at the pool on the way to work. I go in a swimsuit to save time changing, but then found it was easier to get into a dry swimsuit after, than wrestle with underwear, so I always packed one in my bag . . . except for the day I forgot. No time to go back home, so I'm there in front of a class of Year 6 hoping they won't notice that I'm unsupported up top. Fortunately I was wearing trousers but it was not the most comfortable day. Now I keep spare undies in the rucksack in case I forget again.

In my perkier days I once forgot to put a bra on when I went to work. It was a hot summer's day. I worked in a clearing room in a bank and spent a lot of time sat at a big computer station. That day I seemed to have a lot of male staff popping by for a 'word' (LOOK!) But the penny didn't drop until a lunchtime and a loo visit, when I caught sight of my reflection and suddenly realised. I was wearing a pretty lacey blouse with a demure neckline, but it was a little see-through. Needless to say, I quickly donned my jumper and sweated my way through the rest of the afternoon! I still blush now!

I once went on a cycling holiday in france and didnt take enough underwear not expecting to be drenched in sweat every day (it was very hot.) All my clothes had to fit in saddlebags. After a few days I was forced to wash all my underwear (bras and pants) to hang and drip dry overnight in the hotel bathroom. So I had to go down to dinner in a (loosish!) blouse and skirt and sandals and nothing else! I was much younger then and felt I could get away with it.

My elder sisters, now both in their 70's (just) still shudder at the memory of the day that my late mother stormed into school to check that my sisters were wearing knickers!

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I haven't seen you posting before, are you a new member?

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ExaltedWombat why do you say "excessive" make up? I wasn't done up as Coco the Clown or Lily Savage on a hen do, just a light foundation, blusher and the usual eye stuff.

When I was doing that job I would only do my eyes for a day in the office (lazy mare, no foundation meant one less thing to have to take off at night!) and also go to work in fairly casual attire, but a meeting with a potential client was about looking professional and "polished"!

These days I go to work in jeans wearing no make up at all, but that's mainly because I can't see well enough to put my eyeliner on without a very strongly magnifying mirror, which of course just highlights every wrinkle, crevice and crack!

I used to work with a really lovely girl (yes, we were both 'girls' then) who, as she stepped off the escalator at Tottenham Court Road, felt her knicker elastic 'go', She did no more than let them drop to the ground and deftly stepped over them!

I went commando due to a memory lapse in the days of mini skirts. When I realised I sidled out the door ( I was at work ) without telling anyone, sidled up to M&S, bought a pair of pants, and sidled back to the ladies toilet and corrected things. No one missed me, and I prayed that no one had noticed.
One of my daughters lived with her Nan for a while to be near her work. Her Nan was horrified by her scanty pants and called them "little bits of nonsense that won't cover possible".

My American friend calls thongs 'bum floss'!!

Defo option 2.... great stories made me giggle. Happened to me 15 years ago on a first date, thong ended up in the bin as there was a large queue and I couldn't stand there drying them in front of people.I had a dress on so was very cautious for the remainder of the evening. We ended up being together for 15 years so he got to hear the story, we giggled about it.

I'm glad to say that nothing like that has happened to me! My story about going commando involves my DD.
For quite some time after she was toilet trained, and introduced to knickers, she had the habit of taking them off when she went to the toilet. One morning, not long after she had started school, I had dropped her off and taken her little brother to nursery school. Arriving home I did my housework, and went upstairs to put the laundry away. There, lying on the bathroom floor were DD's knickers. I couldn't go back to school until home time so the poor child had to do without them all day.
When I collected little brother from nursery, and DD from school, I asked her if she was missing anything. She looked about her and said "no mummy".
Needless to say, I always checked that she was wearing her knickers until she was old enough to remember for herself.

I have a slightly different pants story, but sort of relevant. When my son was 18 his sister bought him a huge pair of white Y fronts as a joke. Not long after he left home and had to fend for himself. When he visited, my daughter spotted some white material peeping over his jeans. When she asked he admitted he'd run out of clean pants and was wearing the huge underpants. Lets hope he didn't have a date that night.

Imperfect - no my dad had no appreciable help, but then he would have refused it anyway. He wasn't a nice man at all.

A thong, seriously. Sorry funny story but I have little sympathy. No problem with the commando style. DO NOT WEAR A THONG. They are not good for you. You would do better to invest in normal knickers with trousers with better coverage.

I used to wear navy blue knickers for school with a pocket in them. (No doubt a nicer option than shoving your handkerchief up your knicker leg). But I was a Daddy's girl and wanted to be just like him. Unfortunately he had the habit of walking along with his hand in his pocket!!

Well Nellie - would have been just one less thing to cut off, but poor you!

phoenix's post brought back two memories.

The first was a very cold winter when my daughter was just three. We decided to take the baby in the pram with her big sister walking, in the snow, for a half hour trip to a parade of shops. She was a good walker and dressed in warm dress, hat, gloves, and a long warm coat and scarf she was warm and happy.. When we were queuing inside the first shop she announced that she needed a wee and further announced, pulling up her coat and woolly dress so we could be in no doubt, "Silly Mummy, you forgot my knickers". With snow falling outside I felt like the worst mummy ever.

My other memory is more recent but only just triggered by the post.

When I broke my leg at the knee and was rushed to hospital they cut my trousers off me and through the haze of morphine I recall my relief that I had knickers on and not a thong or none at all. The accident happened at home and I might well have had no knickers on as I have a condition which causes overheating with accompanying problems. I still take the risk at home but no longer ever when I am going out.?

I remember my mum saying as a wee girl she was at someone's house for tea and didn't like the jam sandwiches, so she stuck them up her knicker leg. Then she sat down for all night. The row she must have got at bed time when she took off the squishy knickers!