Today as I exited my car to go to class, my button up shirt somehow got caught on the door of my car, ripping open and exposing my bra and chest to the world. And by world, I mean the few guys and girls standing around in the parking lot.
Was I mortified? No. Not at all. In fact, for a brief few moments, I thought about shaking the girls around a bit. But as I am attempting to enter the professional world, I feigned modesty and closed my shirt.