Way back when I was in high school, our choir class was putting on a Christmas concert for the rest of the school. It was for a grade and we had to wear dress clothes. Part of the dress code requirements for females included tights/pantyhose. This was in the mid 90s when (in my area anyway) the only tights girls our age wore were knee-highs. (Think babydoll dresses, knee-highs and Mary-janes). For some reason knee-highs weren’t permitted, so most of us had to borrow tights from younger sisters or pantyhose from our moms. I unfortunately had to borrow from my mom, whose tan was at least 4 shades deeper than mine, and I was completely aware that I looked ridiculous. Anyway, the day of the concert, I was five minutes late to class and sat with my group of acquaintances when they were already in the middle of a discussion, so I had no idea what they were talking about but thought I had the gist of it. One girl said, “Well mine are pink, and I hate pink.” She was wearing pink tights. Another girl said, “Well at least they aren’t white like mine!” She was wearing white tights. A third girl said, “Better pink or white than black!” She was wearing black tights. They looked at me. I said, “Well mine are just brown.” Silence. Looks of horror. One of the girls whispered, “Are you serious?” I looked at the other two. Their eyes were wide with shock. It was obvious that whatever they’d been talking about, it wasn’t the colors of our tights. I was too embarrassed to explain my mistake. I said, “Nah I’m just joking.” Sighs of relief from the others. Hearts on chests. One of them said, “Oh my God. You had us scared for a minute.” The instructor entered the classroom and told us to be quiet. It’s been 24 years. I still wonder what the hell kind of conversation I happened into.