I got my legs waxed before I went to Scotland (one less thing to think about), only the girl didn't do it very well, and left loads of the wax on my legs.
So I went for a wee in the public toilet in the shopping centre, and managed to glue myself to the toilet seat. The pain on unpeeling myself from the seat was utterly excruciating, to the extent I was making little "ow, ow, ow, oh god, ow," noises. And the backs of my legs had a red toilet seat mark for days.
And tonight, I wore a nice smart tweed skirt, heeled boots, a sweater and hold-up stockings to go to the theatre, along with a fair amount of lippy etc.
Realised when riding my bike to the theatre through the centre of town that my skirt rides up on the bike, exposing my stocking-tops to the mutated denizens of Darlo, and causing a hell of a draught where there isn't supposed to be one.
I'm often amazed they let me vote.