I did lots of laundry one weekend and then went on a date with my husband to the movies. When we walked out of the theatre, he discovered a pair of my panties had stuck to the inside of his jacket. He then proceeded to hand them to me and say ‘these must be yours!’ right as we passed the theatre staff. They starred. I laughed and then proceeded to cram them into my purse. A couple of weeks had passed and I had forgotten to take the said panties out of my purse from our date mishap.
I decided to have lunch at Chic fil A and when I went to pull my wallet out of my purse to pay for lunch, I slung them at the poor innocent fetus of a boy. He could not make eye contact with me and even pretended to look for something under the counter – my dignity maybe? I probably single handedly ruined his innocence that day as I suspect he had never seen a woman’s undergarments.
We both wanted to die.
You would have thought I would have learned my lesson to take the panties out of my purse ---after they fell out at Bible study the day before. But no.
And that kids is how Mommy’s panties ended up in the trash can at Chic fil A
