Off like a bandaid

About to run out the door for the school's annual ladies' night, when I feel a run in my panty hose creeping down my leg. I dash upstairs and see the damage is pretty extensive, but it's my only pair of champagne hose and I don't have another outfit plan. I apply liberal amounts of nail polish and hope for the best. The "bandage" held. And it's a good thing I had shaved a winter's worth of hair from my legs earlier in the week, or peeling the hose off would have hurt like an mfrer.