I get mildly insulted when I walk to the traffic light, press the button for the lights to change and coming towards me is a woman who clearly saw that I pressed the button but somehow still insists on sticking her arm out to press the button again. I mean, did it look like I merely carassed the darn button?!
And tonight I hurled my ass to the gym after a 3-month hiatus. Yup. And then I felt so good after the workout that I didn't realise I wore my top inside-out when I confidently strutted out. D.A.N.G. Found out only when I got home so nothing could be done. Can someone please say, "DITZ!"
But nonetheless, I suppose the positive energy I was emitting could have masked the embarassment (not mine, but the fellow commuters on the bus). Oh well. The mark of a modern woman eh.