- Contributed by听
- gmractiondesk
- People in story:听
- Mary Thornton
- Location of story:听
- Plymouth
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4400443
- Contributed on:听
- 08 July 2005
Every Sunday, my friend Beatrice Hart and I used to walk up and down the promenade at Plymouth Hoe 鈥 almost a mile each way as it seemed to me then.
We were in our early 20s and the purpose of the walk was to eye up the troops 鈥 sailors, airmen, soldiers, we saw the lot.
One day, I was walking, found I couldn鈥檛 move my foot and realised my knickers were round my ankles! I picked them up quickly and we went into the nearest ladies鈥 toilet, found a safety pin to join up the snapped elastic and we came out, thinking no-one had noticed anything.
Then a sailor, waiting outside the loo with some friends, said: 鈥淎re you all fixed up now, then?鈥 I said: 鈥淵es, all right. Why?鈥
It turned out that they were walking behind us, saw my knickers fall, saw what I did and followed us to the toilet.
We continued our walk after that!
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