Tammy was a stewardess, living in the condos by the waterfront, close to the Billy Bishop Airport, where she worked. Every day she walked to work in her uniform, with her matching jacket and skirt, and her tam on top, and her ascot, which was a slightly lighter shade of blue. This day was no different, although she was working behind the counter rather than flying, and because it was drizzling who wore a mackintosh. It hung open, because the previous evening she`d had a visitor at her condo, and he`d left the following morning … just some stranger, she had picked up at the local bar. He had spent the night and left only an hour before she did, and promised he would call. But he probably wouldn`t … she had put on her make up, and done her blond hair, in a bun under her hat, and put on her blue high heels.

Just as she tried to cross the street a cyclist came speeding around the corner and threw up a streak of dirty water onto the front of Tammy`s white blouse. Just like that, the bicycle courier sped away, ruining her outfit … which ought to have been covered by her raincoat. The puddle water was from the front tire, when he illegally had cut her off, on the wrong side of the street. She stood there, examining her dirty blouse, wondering what to do … she finally decided to go home, and change.

She had one other blouse that she had worn when Frank - she thought that was his name - had been to her condo and slept with her. She remembered his white back, now, beneath his brown hair, chunky looking from behind the morning after.

That was a surprise, and now this, she thought, marching up the hill, lugging her suitcase. The wheels made noises against the sidewalk, which she was used to, no matter the circumstances, whether she had just been soiled by a courier after sleeping with a complete stranger. Tammy made a living off her smile and pretty blond hair.

She went up to her condo unit on the twentieth floor … she opened the door, and inspected the damage from the night before. Originally they were in the living room, on the sofa, where they made out. A trail of clothes led to the bedroom, her clothes, lying on the floor, because he had taken his when he left. A bottle of red wine was upon the table. They were drinking it, she remembered, now, with a disgusted look at the whole scene, which then led to the other room. She couldn`t remember much, the next morning.

Instead of picking up the clothes, she went to the bathroom, first, and inspected the damage, and the general state of appearance … the blouse would have to be washed, no doubt, because the water was right there on the fabric, and there was no hiding it. Otherwise, she looked lovely, which was a shocking surprise, considering the previous one night stand. Her boobs now stuck out more because of the dirty fabric, when she took off her mackintosh, and the blue uniform jacket.

What did guys see in her, she wondered, as she hung up the raincoat, and the jacket, on the door? She left the round hat with the centered bulb on for a minute, and thought, a good body, and a good face.

After they had got drunk on the red wine, they traversed to the bedroom, sloppy, actually, after kissing on the sofa, tonguing, and grasping at each other`s clothes … Frank had been a lousy kisser, she remembered, staring at herself, in the bathroom mirror, and for some reason, becoming aroused, as if he was still in the other room.

She had to remind herself that she was already late, so she had to hurry up and change her blouse and get going. She could just make it in time for the start of her shift, she thought, as she left the bathroom, and looked at the scene of the crime. The other blouse was on the red carpet, luckily. The thing about her visitor was he exuded this confidence … it came across in the soft spoken way he talked, and he looked nice, too. His body wasn`t too special, but she didn`t care by the time they got to the bedroom, and they got naked … she didn`t care when she asked him to come up, really. But they had gotten under the sheets, and he got on top of her, and entered her, and she must have liked it. She must have, she thought, or she wouldn`t have done it.

She picked up the blouse, and saw it had a stain on the front. She looked at the stain, probably from the wine, and was stymied, again. She stood there holding the standard uniform garment, and at that moment, she remembered Frank breathing hard in her ear when he had his orgasm. She thought of him, heavy, oblivious, and right then she felt furious at the courier who had driven through the puddle on the wrong side of the road, before she crossed onto the entrance to the airport, and made her be in this messy situation. At that spot, that corner, they weren`t actually entering the airport, because the actual airport was on the island, which continued to form the harbour which was part of Toronto, but they were getting close to the ferry which took her to work … it came clear, now, the way everything had stemmed from the one event, where she had got splashed. Now, there was no good blouse.

Tammy had time to get there, still, but no clothes to wear. She looked around, and the view from the twentieth story of the newly developed downtown Toronto, where new buildings were sprouting all over, made her feel slightly sick … what was she going to do? Then she thought of something … the blouse didn`t have to be standard, as long as it looked that way, as if it were part of the uniform.

She went into the bedroom, to the closet, and scanned the hangers … there had to be something which might pass … it couldn`t be that hard to find a replacement. But they all tended to be a little different, with the wrong buttons, and tell-tale patterns … until she found one that had red flowers on the white cloth, but not in the center. If she put the blazer on, she bet, the embroidered flowers would be covered.

What a relief, she thought, as she took the shirt off the hanger and took it to the bathroom, so she could make certain. How lucky, she thought, that she had a top which approximated the standard one, when the ascot was over the collar and the jacket was covering the flower patterns.