Like so many Sundays in the past, I made my usual mile and a half circle around the neighborhood doing errands-- dry cleaners, bank ATM, pharmacy, breakfast at the deli with my husband, then off to grocery shop. I prefer to stay in the neighborhood and support the smaller, local business whenever I can.
But maybe not anymore.
All the people at the above mentioned stops know me by name and I know most all of the employees. Like the guy at the dry cleaner...
As Mario, the high school senior, sorted through my small armload of clothes, a pair of my panties fell to the floor. I'm not sure which one of us was more embarrassed at the sight, but I know for sure that I could feel the heat on my face as it turned three shades of red.. to match the color of my panties.
We had one of those awkward moments before I reached to the floor to snatch them up and stuffed them into my purse-- Cuz let's face it, they'd been worn and well.... Ewww! As you might imagine, I got out of there as quickly as possible, panties in my purse, and went on about my business.
For the next 90 minutes I made my rounds, opening my purse to get out my wallet to pay at each place of business. Once at home again, after the groceries had been unpacked and put away, I went to my purse to retrieve the red panties and--
They were gone, which obviously means I'd unknowingly left them behind at one of my errands when I opened my purse.
At that moment I'm not sure which I felt-- Relieved that the panties were at least the nice ones and not a gigantic pair of granny panties-- Mortified that my undies were in an unknown location for some poor soul (that I know!) to discover-- Or worse, someone knew they belonged to me but was too embarrassed to tell me to pick them up!
And this is NOT an April Fool's Day joke. It's totally for real.
Dare I retrace my steps and see if I can locate the missing garment so no one else has to handle them? Perhaps they've been kicked under a counter, hung on the sign by the ATM machine, in the parking lot of the pharmacy, on the floor under a table at the deli or in the frozen food section of the market.
Or do I call it a day and chalk it up to... to... to... what would you call this anyway???
Big sigh. I think I'll stay put and pray the next time I drive down the Boulevard I don't see them flapping in the wind.
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