I don't know what it is with me and underwear, but we seem to have an uneasy relationship. This relationship is on my mind because I just returned from a short trip. Trips always make me think about my underwear.
Why? Well, once I prepared for a trip and, as usual, meticulously packed everything I might need several days in advance. I almost always start early so I won't forget anything, but on this particular occasion I forgot to pack any underwear at all. It was a disturbing discovery.
Then there was the time I visited my father and apparently left a pair of black lacy underwear under my sister's bed (where I had been sleeping). The underwear was returned to me in an unmarked package containing only the underwear and a note: "Thanks for the good time!" I think he was hoping Durf would open it.
More recently, I have been trying to travel light. So rather than carry a laundry bag, sometimes I stick my dirty underwear in the pocket of my jeans -- to be removed for laundering purposes when I return. But on occasion I decide to wear my jeans a second time, having forgotten what was in the pockets. When I subsequently empty the contents to see what's in there, I am frequently not alone. Makes for an awkward moment.
Ah, I've just unburdened myself of a dirty little secret.
Cool. One down, one to go.
ReplyDeleteThe story of why you were sleeping under your aister's bed must be an interesting one! Is that the other secret?
ReplyDeleteyou are both hilarious.
ReplyDeletejust shocking!
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