Garters, I get it now!

I always thought garters were for old geezers trying to keep their socks up, and ladies who were attempting to seduce someone. Never did occur to me that I would ever have a practical use for them. Until today. It was a little on the chilly side this afternoon so I decided to wear a pair of stockings with my skirt. They were a mid-thigh kind and I assumed they would stay up. I never had a problem with them before, but then again I hadn't attempted to wear them around town. There I am, skirt, stockings, stupid high high heels, walking on one of the busiest streets in Victoria and with each step I can feel the stockings slip further and further down my legs.
I look down and the tops are peaking beneath the hemline of my skirt. It looks trashy. Still walking I hike up one, then the other, then yank down the skirt a little. This arrangement holds for about 4 steps and I can feel the sliding begin again, this is getting out of control. I reach the corner and I debate walking back to the car and yanking them off, or just dealing with them falling down by continuously pulling them up. For those of you who know the area I was on Douglas and Johnson. Busy street. Really busy street. Not feeling like going all the way back to my car I decide to embarrass myself further.
There I am on the corner hunched over like a well dress bag lady with hands yanking stockings as high up my thighs as they will go. Picture that! Young woman with her hands up her skirt, all hunched and cursing.  My destination was just across the street and to make matters worse, I was there to drop of a resume. I willed my thighs to flex against the fabric just so it would stay put for just a little longer. I shimmied my skirt down further with each step, but to no avail. By the time I am at the building, the cursed things are around my knees and I'm actually looking like a bag lady with my bunched nylons.
My face was probably so red when I walked in and I was hoping only that they hadn't seen me do what I had just done. The poor woman probably thought I was some uptight weirdo as I walked into the room holding my legs closely together and plastering my hands against my thighs while forcing a tight smile to hide my annoyance. Wasn't my most shining moment!
On the way back to my car I gave up. I let those nylons crawl down my legs, to my knees and further as I shot all the passerbys a deadly glare. "Yes, I know I look like a bit of tramp right now. Unless you want to hold these suckers up for me you had best look away!" I huffed and puffed and stomped down the street.
I get it now, garters have a real purpose! Wish I would have known that a few hours ago!
How embarrassing.