There was no more time. I jumped into my car and heard my pantyhose pop and felt the run move slowly up my leg. There was no time to change. I quickly decided to pick up some Leggs (an inexpensive brand of pantyhose) at the market.

Leggs came in shiny egg shaped plastic containers. The window was down in my red Mustang Fastback. Papers and Leggs in hand, I tossed the hose through the window. Astonished by my pitching talent, I watched the silver egg make two loops, one large and the next small, in slow motion before landing on the right front seat.

Red Mustang Fastback

Quickly I drove to my office, parked in my lot, and reached for my Leggs. They were gone and I was really late now. Locking the car, I found my self wondering if I had gone crazy. Half way across the parking lot, I decided that I was not, that I had bought hose, thrown them on my seat and that I needed them badly. Back to the car I raced with determination to find the Leggs.

They were not under the front seat or the back seat or between the seats, not in the glove compartment, or even the trunk. I scoured the car. Frustrated and confused, I gave up and went to work with a big, fat run. I didn't tell anyone at the office; they wouldn't have believed it anyway.

The next day, I needed desperately to tell someone about the run away hose. I knew my friend, Uschi, would listen. I stopped at her house before work. Closing the car door, my eyes stared incredulously at the Leggs sitting proudly on the back seat.