After church today, Jeff and I (with Sam, of course) went to MensWearhouse so that he could get fitted for a tuxedo for his brother's wedding. When we got there, the "tuxedo fitter" (I don't know what I should call her) was already working with two men, so she asked us to have a seat and wait for a few minutes. Sam was asleep, and Jeff went to the restroom - so with little else to keep my attention, I took to simply
awkwardly staring watching her interact with the two guys before us (like you wouldn't have done the same thing).
She was a cute girl, and I noticed her dress right away because it reminded me of one I have that I haven't pulled out since pregnancy (note to self). I also noticed - to my horror - that one of the buttons on her dress had come undone right below her belly button (my eye-level) and was gaping open.
The Internal Dialogue:
I would want someone to tell me if I was exposed. (Trust me, I think about this a lot... It is frightening being a woman and standing in front of teenagers all day.)
I should probably just mind my own business.
But, what kind-of woman would I be if I just left her in this shop with all these men and her dress gaping open?
I will embarrass Jeff if I say something.
Jeff wouldn't understand... It's like "woman code." I have to tell her.
The Big Mouth:
She motioned to the men to follow her back to the fitting rooms and I saw my opportunity to "save the day" fading... So, with no real planning on my part, I just blurted out: "Ashley, I'm sorry, one of your buttons is unbuttoned on your dress." (Note: I only knew her name because I heard her tell the other men... We did not know each other.)
I'd imagine she blushed, but I don't know because I couldn't look her in the eye. But, she looked down at it, said that it "just [wouldn't] stay buttoned" like she knew it was that way all along (which, kind-of made it awkward for both of us), and then walked away saying to the guys - "Well, that was weird."
...And I was the mortified one.
For the next ten minutes, I just sat there sweating and re-playing the scene in my mind.
In my defense, I really had her best intentions in mind. I genuinely tried to be discreet (although I don't think I was successful in this because I panicked) and kind. I truly would have wanted someone to tell me - even if it was embarrassing, at least I wouldn't notice it in the bathroom later and wonder how many people had seen my belly all day.
As it turned out, she didn't end up helping us - but a co-worker instead. Coincidence? Probably not.
When we got in the car, Jeff told me all the things I did wrong... Mainly, "calling her out in front of a bunch of 'dudes.'"
Now we are home, and I feel terrible about it, and I want to know...
What would you do?
Do you tell someone when they have food in their teeth or toilet paper stuck to their shoe? And, maybe even more importantly, would you want someone to tell YOU if the roles were reversed.
What's done is done now. I can't change it; and, I'm fairly certain going back in and apologizing would only make matters worse. But, I can learn for next time...