The catwalk of shame

Hanging out with friends on the late night is most often a good time. Beating the sun home after these nights is usually a challenge. Which brings me to my topic. The ever dreaded walk of shame. 

The walk of shame is when you get home after the sun comes up. Most people are getting ready to head out for work, church and errands  but not you. You are the party animal or the late night booty call. You are walking into your buildings, houses and even your jobs in the same clothes you left in the night before. 

Everyone who saw you leave the night before kindly smile and say good morning. They make it seem like they won't talk about you later. You know they do and they will. They probably have you pegged as a floozy or manwhore if male. I say who cares. Hold your head high as you walk in, underwear tucked into your purse or back pocket. Who are they to judge? You had the time of your life. Everyone has their chance at the walk of shame. It's just a matter of bearing witness to the occassion. 

When's the last time you walked the catwalk of shame?

Who caught you?