New underwear
It’s always a good day when you get to wear new underwear. There’s an extra — eh hem — spring in my step. The feeling of being put together everywhere. New clothes.
I bought a couple new pairs of underwear over the weekend. Or as I often like to say, underwears. They do not meet my normal criteria: cotton, in a package of multiple pairs. Never white. Never ever white.
Nope. These were stretchy fancy. Black and yellow and white flowers on one pair and old-school casette tapes and boomboxes on the other pair. Cute, chic, $8 a pair.
I usually don’t spend that much on a set of 3 or 5.
The store was also having a sale of 3 for $21, and I almost bought a third but then I realized that’s only a $1 off per pair, and I really couldn’t find a third one that I liked. There was the robot pair, but they weren’t in the right size. (Yes, robot underwear for women! My, how geekery has changed!)
So the sales clerk tries to talk me into buying a third pair. “Are you aware of our sale?”
“Yes, but I only wanted two pairs.”
“But you’ll save money.”
“$1. That’s not that much. I don’t like a third one.”
“$3 if you buy all three.”
Yeah, what a deal. Spend $16 on two pairs of underwear or $21 on three. That’s not saving money, that’s spending it.
So anyway, I was excited to get two new fancypants.
And then I promptly ruined the prettier of the two.
When I washed the black, white and yellow flower pair, they must have gotten caught on the dryer latch and spun and spun and spun.
I opened the dryer to find half of my clothes twisted into a rope that began with my brand-new underwear.
Damn!
My clothes also were still damp because the dryer must’ve never fully latched. So I dried them the rest of the way and hoped my underwear would be OK.
They’re not quite right now. They are stretched in one little corner, which has the effect of making them … ride up in an area that is not comfortable.
$8. How I miss thee.
We are in agreement on the subject of underwear colors. Used to be, men’s underwear (briefs anyway) only came in white. Now I’ve started to see many more colors, and I like it. Black is my preferred color, but green, blue, gray, any color but white will do.
Sorry about the dryer mishap…and glad that didn’t happen to me. Lynn has basically told me that when I do laundry, I am not allowed to wash her clothes because I end up ruining them. There are just too many damned washing restrictions on women’s clothes! I suppose it’s because so much of a woman’s wardrobe is “delicate.” I’ve shrunk so many of Lynn’s blouses, sweaters, and pants because I didn’t read the label.
With men’s clothes, it usually doesn’t matter whether you read the label or not. You don’t even have to sort them, usually. If all your clothes are dark or colors, you just throw them in together on cold, dry on Normal. Women’s clothes, you gotta “lay flat to dry” (never seen that on a man’s shirt!) or dry on delicate or wash with like colors.
Take them back to the store if you feel that the default is in the underwear. They are new and should reshape fine.
The default was not in the underwear, but in me being stupid in not making sure stuff wasn’t caught on the latch. My conscience would not allow me to return a pair of underwear I ruined, while pretending it was not my fault.
Ugh. The problem with having virtue is it rarely, if ever, gets you anywhere. Now you’re stuck with droopy drawers.
You’re an atheist and you’re more moral than I am. I’d take it back and not feel so much as a twinge of guilt. You get a defect free product, and the store sends the ruined pair back to the manufacturer. I don’t see what is morally wrong about that.
Bah. Why do atheism and morality seem so opposed to each other, normally?
On the subject of religious people being moral, if you want to go there: My late grandmother, the wife of a pastor, routinely returned air mattresses to K-mart when they sprung a leak after months and months of use. I think she’d buy a new one, and then return the old one in its place, saying it’d sprung a leak, and get her money back. My grandfather, the pastor, used to embarrass me by eating food out of bulk bins without paying for it. I wouldn’t dream of doing either thing. So much for the morality of the religious.
Anyway, the underwear has been washed a second time and I’m not even sure where the receipt is. I’m going to call this one a wash … heh heh.