SkirtMan, I’m so busy at work that even my posts get a little delayed! This one I started yesterday morning and only completed it today! Thank goodness the weekend is approaching fast :)

So it was just as well that I did pack those two copies of Popular Mechanics in on Wednesday in the end because thanks to Metrorail (not Eskom for a change), I had one heck of a long wait ahead of me! Like I reported earlier, the morning started off on a misfire as I was forced to wait well over an hour at Bellville station like a ‘poephol’, getting no other feedback from Metrorail on the cause of the delay other than ‘train 2505 is experiencing delays. We apologise for the inconvenience caused’.

And of course, by the time that the train did finally arrive, it was so jam-packed full that you literally had to squash into the carriage and force your way into any vaguely comfortable standing position you could and then grit your teeth for the rest of the long journey. In that situation all hints of personal space is lost and I imagine that there were more than a few very uncomfortable women there.

Wednesday day was as busy as the rest of the week had/has been and after a long day at the office I was kind of looking forward to just slumping into a train seat and snoozing the rest of the way home. As luck would have it, the train I caught at Salt River was delightfully half full and I easily located and settled into a soft and luxurious empty seat. Of course, I should have known karma wouldn’t be so gentle with me seeing as just earlier the week I had been remarking on the fact that Metrorail has been so reliable and punctual as of late. Oh no, not content in making me wait in the morning, karma decided to go full tilt and come Maitland station, the train ground to a deadening halt.

Instructed to get out of the carriage, the abandoned train eventually struggled out of the station leaving a packed platform in its wake. Thank goodness we were packed like sardines outside for a change though – at least there was some fresh(ish) air to breathe and the heat levels weren’t so extreme. Of course, when I say fresh air, I actually mean gale force gusts of wind that threatens to tear down trees and plays havoc with the skirts that women seem to find in fashion these days.

Which got me thinking about just how impractical certain types of clothing really are in certain situations.

Like skirts outdoors. More specifically, skirts outdoors in windy old Cape Town. Long or short, skirts are an immediate cause for embarrassment for women at the slightest breath of wind. A little puff and the material billows out like it has a life of its own, leaving a lot of panties to experience their first taste of broad daylight and a lot of leering men whose gazes for some reason or other reason is immediately lock on at waist level. Staircases of course are an absolute nightmare but a man’s new best friend. On the bright side of things, at least a lady’s finger grip strengthens a bit with all that wardrobe safety clutching going on…

Another impractical bit of dress that sprang to mind while I was on that topic (this was a long wait) stems from something I saw at gym the other morning. I couldn’t help but notice during one of my gym sessions over the weekend, a middle aged, fairly athletic woman happily running up and down the steps during a super circuit workout with her T-string (look it up if you have to) panties happily peeking out over the top of her pants. “My goodness” I thought to myself as I kept on rowing, “that has to be damn uncomfortable to train in! That uncomfortable little string would annoy the crap out of anyone, wouldn’t it?”

I would have thought that full, figure-hugging briefs would have been a better choice. Oh well, each to their own I guess.

However, what takes the cake for impractical dress was in fact not an item of clothes at all. Instead it was this fashionably dressed guy listening to his music using proper overhead earphones. But not just any earphones – furry earphones complete with a cute little bear face on each ear speaker! Talk about impractical and completely against the image he was trying to portray :)

Anyway, back to the original topic at hand. The skirts were really billowing. Wait, no I mean that the hour and a half like wait turned out not so bad thanks to the skirts. Popular Mechanics. I meant ‘thanks to the Popular Mechanics’. Really, I did.

Frustrated, tired and hungry, I eventually got home just before 19:00 after another long sardine-packed train trundle home, forgoing my healthy diet and immediately charging into McDonalds for a Big Mac and in time to witness a street kid come in and surreptitiously make off with a Cotlands collection tin.

Thank goodness my grumpy Wednesday night got considerably brightened by a good dose of Dancing Stage and a late night stay over by the light of my life (which is good because Eskom doesn’t provide anymore) C.

Happily I am able to report that yesterday’s train ride was a far more sensible and on time journey than Wednesday’s debacle and that today I have cut Metrorail completely out of the loop by going into work with the car – I wonder if I can claim a day back off my monthly ticket then? O.o