That’s what you might hear if you were walking around downtown Kelowna for an unknown period of time with the back of your skirt hitched up into your panties. This would be called out by a woman driving a van, who would pull over to tell you this. Not that I know this from today’s experiences or anything. If I did, however, at least I would’ve been wearing magenta panties with a paisley pattern on them.
And I suppose that would be one way of announcing what a nice piece of ass has just moved into town. If such a thing occurred this afternoon around 1:30 pm, which of course it didn’t. Nor did my new string bikini top’s knots come loose in the hotel pool at any point in the last couple days, though that would’ve had the full T&A covered (or uncovered), if so.
Right after this dress incident didn’t happen today, I went to pick up the keys to my new apartment. I was told the apartment would be renovated in time for my moving in, so I was surprised to discover what completed renovations actually look like. Perhaps I have been in an old apartment too long, because it seems that the new style involves rolls of carpet lying around the hallway and living room; the fridge and stove placed seemingly randomly in the dining area; and the toilet perched inside the bathtub, facing the tap. I could see the last one making my morning routine all the more efficient, but I will have to let you know later this week how combining my ablutions has worked out; my furniture doesn’t arrive until tomorrow afternoon, which is good because I’m not sure where the dining table’s supposed to go in this nouveau furniture arrangement.
When I was paying for my new kitty litter tray at Safeway this afternoon the baggage clerk asked me if I regret moving to Kelowna. “Not yet,” I said, “it’s only been three days.”
