The most embarrassing thing happened to me today. I was walking from the parking lot to work and I felt something on my leg. It was slowly creeping down my pant leg. My face got real red and I thought to myself, "please don't be what I think it is." There were people all around me as I hurried to the bathroom, praying that they wouldn't fall out my pant leg. In the bathroom stall I pulled them out, sure enough it was a pair of underwear that I wore the other day when I had the pants on for a few hours. How embarrassing, now what was I supposed to do with a pair of dirty underwear. Uugh! I didn't want to put them in my purse and I didn't want to throw them away. They were practically brand new. So in my coat pocket they went. Yuck!
As soon as I got to my desk, I called my husband and told him the story, I told him it was all his fault because he is the one who told me I could wear pants a couple of times before I wash them.