People of China, look at my underpants!
I was walking home from class as usual today, when I was distracted, for the second time, by the smell of pot coming from the gate guards’¬† building.¬† I was preoccupied thinking about it until I was almost to the intersection, where¬†I noticed a boy looking at me strangely.¬† I felt it was more than the typical, “Look, there’s a foreigner!” stare.¬† I looked down, and to my embarrassment, I saw my skirt (a sarong kind of thing) had come undone and the front had slipped way down, revealing¬†like two inches of my underpants.¬† I had to run¬†into a store and fix it.¬† Thank goodness it didn’t fall all the way down as I crossed the street!¬†