How is this possible, you may ask? Simple. I have to dress halfway decent for work, i.e. no jeans, so I usually wear dress pants. I despise panty lines, so I just wear a thong. So far so good.
But today, in my haste to be on time for work after hitting the snooze button 5 or 6 times, I managed to somehow lose the battle of the thong. I got dressed, thought “Huh, that’s just not sitting right”, but didn’t think much about it. Went to pee before I left the house, and found that I had, indeed, put my underwear on sideways.
I had the leg hole around my waist, and the fookin’ crotch was on my hip. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you may think, as I’m pretty damn skinny, and the waistband, which was up my hoo-ha, was very thin as well. I pondered the discomfort level for a moment, considered not fixing the situation, and said “Yeah, I’d better fix this.” Waistband up the hoo-ha was not a pleasant thought. Take off lace-up mid-calf length boots, take off pants, put thong on correctly, and then repeat in reverse.
I should have taken the hint that today was going to be a bad day.
-winces- That was kind of un-nerving to read. It sounds much more painful than it was, I s’pose. I’m glad to see you came out in one piece. -shudders- I’ma be more careful when I put my thong on from here on out.
I used to go to bed drunk and then go off to work the next morning a bit-groggy, shall we say?
Well, by the time I was walking around the office getting coffee and such, I’d realize that somehow last nights boxers were crawling down my pantleg(did the old take the pants and the drawers off at the same time thing), trying to drop on my shoes in front of my coworkers. I’d have to discretely grab them and hide them in my desk till it was time to go home.
Same thing happened to me, but this was in the hallway of a high school I had gone to to talk to a teacher. I though I’d left all that teen-age angst and embarassment behind me about 20 years ago.
Well, today the battle of the thong went much better. No waistband up the hoo-ha or anything like that.
Gawd and Jon, your stories remind me of when I was in collge. My ex and I always did laundry together. One day when he was in class, one of my bras dropped out of his shirt sleeve and onto the floor. He didn’t notice till his professor handed it to him. It was pretty amusing, I’m sure.
My housemate had a strange underwear story yesterday too. He was late for work, and flung his clothes off in the bathroom and jumped into the shower in a rush. When he got out, he found his underwear had landed… in the toilet! Must’ve been something in the air yesterday, with all these underwear mishaps.
I, too, have done this on more than one occasion. It’s easy to do with a thong–there’s not much difference between the side straps and the butt floss portion of the panty.
thinksnow knows what he’s talking about. There’s a rather infamous under-the-kilt picture of him circulating around Doperdom…
