Talk About it Tuesday
I had this random memory the other day. It made me giggle to think about it. When it happened three-ish years ago, Josh couldn’t believe I had done what I did. He didn’t see the humor in it. Maybe because he’s not a woman. Here’s what happened…
Picture it. Early morning. December 2023. Or was it 2022? I think it was 2022. I had to drive about an hour and a half to the “headquarters” of the Catholic diocese to spend all day completing my principal interview. This was a required first step on my journey to hell…I mean, my journey to becoming a principal.
I had meticulously planned out my outfit, to include new everything. A new blouse, pants, shoes, and a blazer. The interview was going to be with the superintendent and associate superintendent. My pants had been hemmed because I’m short and clothes designers don’t seem to care that just because I’m a larger size, I’m not also tall.
It was winter, or close to it and that morning, I got dressed in my freshly ironed, pre-planned outfit and got in the car with plenty of time to spare. When I got about 3 or 4 miles from the office where my interview would be held, I had a horrifying realization. I noticed that while I was sitting in the driver’s seat, my pant legs had ridden up. I was not wearing socks or tights or anything on my feet and as a result, my legs were bare. Almost bare that is. Because it was then that I noticed I hadn’t shaved my legs in a while. It was winter after all.
I panicked. I had a fear that I would be sitting across from these big important people and they would be able to see my hairy legs peeking out from under my pants.
So, I found the closest Walgreens to remedy the situation. With about 20 minutes until my interview, I bought a pack of razors with the lotion bar around the razor, a big bottle of water, and a roll of paper towels. I got back in my car and shoved the seat back as far as it would go and I shaved my legs right there in my car. I took off my shoes and poured some water on the lower part of my legs and shaved, rinsed, and then dried them with the paper towels. I put my shoes back on and drove to my interview where, thankfully, I was sitting at a table across from only the associate superintendent. The head honcho lady couldn’t make it because of a migraine. So my legs were never going to be an issue anyway. Which is good, because this impromptu shave session in my car led me to have quite a few little nicks on my ankles. But there was no more hair!
My legs kind of felt icky as a result, but hey, I got the job anyway. Which is comical to say because the interview was basically a formality at that point given the behind closed doors deal my “mentor” had made with the superintendent about my future as a principal. We still had to make it look legit. They couldn’t just give me the job, that wouldn’t have been fair. But I digress.
Shaving my legs in my car was not something I ever thought I would do, but hey, a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.
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