I have to tell this story.

So the other night, John asks me what brand of underwear I wear. Kind of a strange question. The reason he asks is, the underwear he’s wearing at that moment doesn’t feel like his normal underwear. Just, different.

So we check and sure enough, he’s wearing my underwear. Here’s the strange part: it’s inside out.

What I want to know is, what the heck does John do in the morning when he’s putting on his underwear? Not only does he not realize it’s not his own, but he puts it on inside out? In a way, it’s fortunate that it was inside out. But still, when I saw that, it’s like, how the heck did that happen?

Incidentally. I once wore my underwear backwards. In elementary school. I still remember because Eddie Marshall asked me, “Why do you keep picking your butt?” And what could I say? I kept picking my butt because my underwear kept creeping up my crack. It was very uncomfortable. I don’t recommend it.

Anyway, I let John keep that particular pair of briefs.

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