A Pink Panther ... oops... Panty ...

In this age of terror, we have been advised by the department of homeland security to be keenly aware of our environs ...

My first agenda thus, as soon as I step out of the office, is to quickly absorb my surroundings. And so it was that on my coffee run last Thursday, I inadvertently stumbled upon a diabz ... a a "wow" diabz ...

I uttered a quick prayer to implore the good Lord to forgive my eyes. Just before diverting my line of sight to scan for other potential sources of terror, I saw something that made me linger on the diabz a wee longer ... a pinkie !!

This chick was in some tight, tight black pants that really accentuated the hinder parts of her body. The pink thus was a stark contrast that demanded further investigation. What was she hiding? Was she a terrorist?

And investigate I did. Kumbe!!

My visual probe yielded several possibilities:

i) She had nyambad a serious one, raruaing her pants, exposing her pink panties ...

ii)She had dropped her phone and in the process of picking it up, lacerated her tight black pants, exposing her pink panties ...

iii)Her posterior had expanded in size between the time she left home and this particular moment, exposing her pink panties ...


I considered tapping her on the back and apprising her of this series of unfortunate events. But my strength failed me. What if I ruined her day? What if I dealt a crushing blow to her self-esteem? No, I could not have that on my conscience. So, I watched her disappear into the train station.

What would you have done?