Wednesday night, I was strolling along K Street, Gucci Gulch, Land of the Lost Lobbyist, when a woman on a SmartBike wheeled up and hissed something in my ear. "Check....your....dressssss."
And then, loud enough for the dudes chilling outside the strip club to hear, "Did you hear me? Check. Your! Dress!"
I paused to note her words, and the unusual breeziness of Washington in August. Oh, huh. Wait. Maybe that's what she was talking about.
A cursory examination showed that the lining of my dress had gotten caught in my underwear, offering the entirety of K Street a glorious and fairly unobstructed view of my ass.
Also, a block or two along, two well turned-out, handsome young men asked me for directions, and addressed me as "Ma'am."
Lessons Learned: moms are always right, and it's far better to flash your ass than be an old lady.