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Body shaping garments are a life saver. And they’re incredibly efficient. Just think about what you can do with all that extra time that you would otherwise be spending on exercise. I mean really… Why exercise when you can conceal? But, I digress.
The thing about Spanx is that they’re pretty tight. So much so, that you need to allow yourself extra time when going to the restroom lest you run the risk of having an accident…
It is ill-advised to wait until the last minute to go to the bathroom when wearing a Spanx. I really wish someone had told me this.
Let me set the stage for you…
I’m on an airplane. I’m returning from an advertising summit in New York City.
I’m dressed in a suit.
And I’m wearing a Spanx.
(ASIDE: I’m terrified of going to the bathroom in airplanes. Seriously. It.Horrifies.Me.
I will do whatever I can to avoid going to the bathroom on an airplane.)
Okay, back to the story…
The flight is non-stop.
It’s 7 hours long.
I put off the inevitable trip to the bathroom for as long as I can.
But at last the moment arrives… I can deny it no longer.
I need…. to use…. the bathroom.
I climb over the people sitting in the center and the aisle seats and make my to the bathroom.
The flight is full – every seat is occupied – including those that are up against the outside wall of the lavatory.
I slide the door open and am greeted by the teeniest, tiniest bathroom I have ever seen in my entire life. I had to walk in sideways because my shoulders were too broad to fit through the doorway.
I slide the door shut. Panic sets in (I’m unbelievably claustrophobic). Of course I’m also panicked because I have to go so bad that I think an accident is imminent.
I begin preparing myself to use the facilities – and am suddenly reminded that I have to somehow get the skin tight Spanx off – which will be quite challenging since there is not an inch of spare space around me.
I start to pull them down – but am unable to because my right elbow keeps hitting the wall of the teeny-tiny bathroom. I’m able to get the left side down – there’s more room on that side because the sink is there.
But I’m stuck on the right side.
I begin perspiring.
I’m growing increasingly desperate to relieve myself and to get the heck out of the teeny-tiny bathroom.
The fact that I’m sweating is not helping my attempt at getting the Spanx off. It seems to be acting as some sort of adhesive. I manage to turn around so that I’m now facing the toilet. My right elbow now has more room (it’s on the sink side now).
I wedge my thumb down between my squishy, sweaty muffin top and the top of the Spanx and pull down as hard as I can.
I hear it first – and then I feel it.
A popping sound.
There’s something wrong with my thumb.
Sharp pain shoots up my hand causing me to lose my balance in the teeny-tiny bathroom. I begin to fall toward the toilet.
I quickly jerk myself back into a standing position and spin around trying to regain my composure.
I am now facing the door – my back to the toilet. I wobble back and forth for a minute, and gingerly try to remove my thumb from its elastic prison – but am unsuccessful.
It’s stuck. And I’m pretty sure it’s swelling which makes the prospect of freeing my thumb less and less likely with each passing second.
I realize that I have no choice.
I grit my teeth, inhale deeply, hold my breath and yank my hand out of the waistband of my Spanx as hard as I possibly can. This causes me to slam my elbow against the wall, at which point I lose my balance again and fall face first into the door.
I see white light.
Pretty, pretty white light.
And then I hear a voice.
A far-off voice.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Yes – I’m just fine – thanks….” I manage to respond.
Fortunately, that last yank was enough to loosen the Spanx from its deathgrip on my sweaty, squishy muffin top.
I wash my hands – careful not to touch my steadily swelling thumb. I try to straighten my hair in a futile attempt at covering the welt that has now taken over half of my forehead.
I slide open the bathroom door – carefully avoiding the open-mouthed, gaping stares of all the people sitting there who had heard me slamming into the walls of the teeny-tiny bathroom.
I hang my head and shuffle back to my seat – and vow never to wear Spanx again.
But I got over it. Hey, anything is better than exercising, right?
Yeah…. I still wear them.
Just not on airplanes…
Quite possibly, the word’s most perfect candy. They’re tasty. They’re chewy (which helps when your ears start freaking out during take off and landing). And they leave your breath nice and cinnamony – which is real plus in those close quarters on the airplane. And hey – share them with the chatty person sitting next to you. The chewing will keep them from talking – and it will make THEIR break nice and cinnamony (win, win!).