when I pack I make sure to pack my worst worn out undershorts because instead of washing them I can simply throw them out.
I was going through my stuff and found a fugitive from the law of averages. It was a really worn out pair of skids that as a best guess came out of my footlocker from work that I had not gone through since I retired. They very well might have gotten into the footlocker as a prank someone pulled with battery acid.
Anyway I had a visitor and was emptying the dryer when we were yakking. I was inspecting my shorts as they came out of the dryer looking for likely candidates as throwaways for my next trip to visit family. That pair popped up.
It was nothing but a really torn up elastic and holes defined by a few threads. My pal looked at them wide-eyed and asked me, "You're not actually going to wear those, Are you?"
I casually replied, "Why not? They're my favorite pair. I've had them since high school."
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