I did a Marilyn this morning....

...when I rushed down the escalator and the draft from the Underground lifted my white skirt. I slowed down, tried to hold the flapping material in the front but it caused even more flapping in the back. I would have needed three pairs of hands to get the white cotton under control so I lost the battle. There was nothing else to do but blush, giggle with dignity and smile into the eyes of the grinning commuters ascending on the other side.

I hope a future Arthur Miller or Marlon Brando saw this happen... :))