A group of faculty

Daisy was on her way to the mathematics building when the first people spotted her. She was too far away so the students ignored her.

Three faculty members were chatting by the sidewalk where she was due to pass. Two men and a woman.

“Hello young lady. Those are some nice socks you have on, let me see them.” He gruffly said.

While she took off her socks.

“My daughter was begging my wife for some new jeans. You look about her size. Give them to me.”

“Okay?” She questioned handing the other man her socks.

Daisy unzipped her jeans and then slowly pulled them off one leg at a time to give to the man.

Then the woman piped up.

“Are you wearing the right size bra? That looks like a C cup when you are clearly a D. You should wear the right size or nothing.” She said with her hand out.

The bra was the right size, C, but she had trouble disagreeing with the older woman.

“You should probably get to class.” Said the grumpy man with her socks.

“But what about my…?”

“Now young lady!” He continued with a a raised voice.

Daisy hoisted her backpack and hurried down the path, this time headed for the student union and clothes.