The year was 2001. I was a college sophomore at Penn State and some friends and I were dancing the night away at our college formal. My friend Kathy was wearing a gorgeous red number with spaghetti straps strung with glimmering beads.
All of a sudden, during an Electric Slide shuffle-step, her strap broke and glass beads went flying like a flock of pigeons over our bobbing heads. We all looked at the strap, horrified, and then rushed Kathy to the bathroom before any body parts were exposed.
A prom professional, I had brought along my arsenal of pins, tape and thread. I had Kathy sewed back up in a mere four minutes, the dozen or so salvaged beads clanking along her strap. We were back in time for the end of the Slide. Now that's a quick fix. In this situation, take a few seconds to feel mortified, and then spring into action like you're Xena: Warrior Princess.
