the first weekend i wore the pants, i wore the pants 3 days in a row. yeah, i know... to some people that may be gross, but i didn't really feel like doing laundry.
i was going to church that morning, and knew i was going to be out of my apartment the whole day until i got home that night, after babysitting. i wore a skirt to church, and grabbed the pants out of my pile of laundry to change into before going to babysit. after church, i decided i wanted to change into my jeans. instead of going into the restroom at the church, or at the barnes and noble, i had the bright idea of changing in my car- in the parking lot of barnes and noble. in order to make sure nobody could see me, i slipped my jeans on really fast inside my car, and quickly stepped out of my car. at that moment, i felt a cushiony piece of material in my pant leg. "what could this be?" i thought to myself. not thinking that it may look awkward to outsiders to see me reaching into my pants, i fished the cushiony piece of material out quickly. to my horror, i pulled out a pair of dirty underwear that had gotten stuck in the pant leg. (i guess the pants got really mixed in with the laundry.)
moral of the story: before you re-wear a dirty pair of jeans that you pull out of your laundry pile, make sure they are free of dirty underwear.
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