Mike Has MS
The Underwear Files, Again
Let me preface this story by saying that I know there are a lot of gay guys out there with an underwear fetish. I’m not one of them. Underwear is utilitarian for me, not sexual.
Having said that, I had the most bizarre experience while doing my laundry on Wednesday night. As I was getting clothes off the basement floor and putting them into the washer, I came across a pair of underwear, and they weren’t mine. They’re medium Hanes boxer briefs in black. They’re certainly not mine. At first, I thought they might be Josh’s. But he didn’t wear anything like that either.
How the hell do you get someone else’s undwear in your laundry?
I ran into Jason, my upstairs neighbor today, and they’re not his. While it would be funny to find a pair of Jason’s underwear in my laundry, it still doesn’t explain HOW they got there. Keep in mind that my laundry is in the basement ,and the guys upstairs have their laundry on the third floor.
There is only one potential explanation. There is the possibility that they belong to Jason’s roommate. And the HOW question would only be answered if one of the dogs brought the underwear downstairs.
It’s just one of life’s unsolved mysteries.
How secure is your basement? Any chance someone was using it as a rendezvous? Then again, maybe it was the underwear fairy (no pun intended) making up for the all the lost sox that her arch nemesis the Sock stealer takes?
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