Memory #22

I was a brand new Marine wife in 1981, living in a trailer park near Camp Lejeune in North Carolina. One day, I pulled on a little matching baby blue cotton shorts and t-shirt outfit that I had owned for a couple of years and loved to wear because it was so comfortable. I drove to the commissary, walked up to the woman checking IDs at the front desk, and nonchalantly showed her mine. She hesitated, looked me up and down with kind of a grimace on her face, and then told me I couldn't come in because my shorts were too short! I stammered out some sort of answer and fled back to my car and back to the trailer, feeling very indignant. At home, I looked in a mirror, and was even more mortified to see that she was right. My shorts were indecent. I took that outfit off and sadly threw it into the Goodwill bag.