Invasion of Privacy

I hate seeing students outside of school. It's happened twice this week! Although it's the price I pay for living in the same town I work in, I still feel some divine right to recount the incidents here with a small amount of annoyance.

Incident #1: (Monday) I was wandering through Kohl's, minding my own business. I was doing a little summer clothes shopping with the usual items under my arm: short cloth shorts, a jean skirt, tank tops, etc. I've been working out, so I felt I deserved it. I was clearly on a shopper's high. Proudly, I walked to the register when out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar face: John*, a student at the school I work. I don't directly work with him, but I'd recognize his short, thin frame and his scruffy head of hair anywhere. I quickly tried to hide the push-up bra that was on top as I waved, since he recognized me.

Incident #2: (Wednesday) I've been slightly lazy with working out the past few days. So all day today I psyched myself up for a good post-work run. I put one of my favorite t-shirts and a pair of recently purchased short cloth shorts. I started to run and I was really feeling good, the cool breeze brushing against my face and my ponytail lightly bouncing behind me. I was running my usual route when all of a sudden I saw another familiar face. It was Andrew*. And, just my luck, walking up to his house were Sam* and Mark*. All students I recognized and would recognize me if they were paying attention. They saw me in all my short shorts jiggly thighs glory. Sweet.

*All names of students changed to spare me more humiliation.