I still blush when I think of mine.
I thought I was dressed to impressed with a long white, pleated skirt, blazer etc on the train into London.
The train had individual slamming type doors and the train was quite full and I was sat by the window.
As we pulled into Fenchurch Street station I thought I would beat the rush to get off the train and promptly stood up to move past the people sitting by me.
What I had not foreseen was at some stage my skirt had got trapped in the door and as I stood up, my skirt fuelled by an obliging elasticated waist did not !
It was one of those days when I thanked my mum for wearing clean underwear !
In my travelling companions favour apart from an intake of breath from the lady opposite , no one said a word, I quickly sat back down and remained until everyone had left the carriage before retrieving my skirt from around my feet!
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