Pantyhose are the Devils tool I tell you. Whoever thought to invent them should be strung up by their toes or made to wear them constantly. Especially the kind that are scratchy and have the inane ability to creep down your leg at the most inopportune moments*, forcing you to contort yourself into the oddest of positions just so you can hike them up discreetly.
*These moments have included, but are not exclusive to:
Being in an important meeting when first impressions could either make or break the deal. Talking to theDude, otherwise known as he who signs your pay checks, while you try to convince him that the money he pays you each week is just a titch below what you are truly worth. That time you walked by that utterly attractive charming heart palpitating cute boy/girl with whom you’d been flirting with for months...