Posted by on Mar 22, 2012 in embarrassing story, embarrassing work story | 0 comments

I have a dress that I love. It’s sort of a muted teal¬†color with light material and wide sleeves. Perfect for Phoenix in the spring. But the material is such that if it comes into contact with any sort of liquid, the fabric is left with a prominent spot or streak. Every time I wash my hands, a few drops of water splash across the front, leaving...

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