Yep that’s right. I wandered off to get some vodka but I got there after the liquor store closed down. I was walking along and glanced down happening to notice… that’s right… a bra…
I wonder what it was doing there…
[sub]Mundane… check… Pointless… check… Something I Must Share?.. Double check[/sub]
Makes me remember that glorious Van Halen concert in 1992. It was the tour for the live album “Right Here, Right Now”. I saw bras tossed on stage…but etched into my mind will be the image of a young lady tossing her pants onto the stage.
Christ, I frickin’ wish I was Sammy Hagar. Oh well, back to my mundane existence.
(Hmmm…I wonder…were they Haggar slacks, do you suppose )
Aside from the OP, I remember one of my dogs eating a pair of tights once (not mine!)…so whenever anyone uses the phrase ‘shitbag’, that’s what jumps to my mind. Lovely.
Awhile ago there was a pair of male briefs on the ground on my route to the bus stop. When I first saw them they were relatively pristine (well, as pristine as male underwear can get). So for a week or so after, as I walked to the bus stop, I’d see these briefs rotting on the ground, each day getting filthier and filthier, until one day they just disappeared. I can only guess that either the original owner came back to claim them, or eventually they disintegrated.
I bought a secondhand bag from a flea market once, and it had a ratty old bra in it. And a band-aid wrapper.
One time I found the Biggest Bra Ever at the Salvation Army store. It was 48 HHH, or something to that effect. It had 5 hooks in the back. I could fit my whole head in one of the cups.
So I bought it. I couldn’t resist.
It was later hijacked by a friend of mine, who likes to hang it from his halogen lamp’s knob. Don’t ask me why.
I always felt bad for the person who had to wear that size of bra, and hoped that whoever she was, she had breast reduction surgery or lost weight or something and thereby was able to donate her old Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder to the Army.
I saw a bra on the ground next to the walking path by the river about a week ago. White lace, with underwire. It looked like it had been there for a while (it was pretty dirty and beat-up), so I didn’t check the size.
Found one on the ground outside the mailbox at my apartment building a while back. Apparently it was debris from the really wild party the neighbors had the night before.
I can relate; as a bicyclist for a few years, I passed a LOT of road flotsam that included a few ditched undies. I MIGHT’VE seen a gra once.
But, the most disturbing thing I’ve ever found along this bend was the cotton gusset obviously removed from a pair of pantyhose (Just the little white oval thing by itself). It was lying in an apartment parking lot I was cutting through after walking back from the store. Sure made me think, and against my will, too…
I mean, there’s an excuse available for a bra on the street, maybe even for undies. I can’t think of a possible excuse for this.
Behind my school, underneath a staircase leading up to the door, there are two shoes and a jockstrap. One grey shoe, one black shoe. They don’t even match. And as for the jockstrap, it looked fairly clean, like it hadn’t been there very long. I didn’t want to look too closely, though. Both of those things were pretty weird, actually.
Weirdest thing I’ve seen on the side of the road is a large rubber dildo. Sure, it was just across the street from an adult video store, but I still wasn’t expecting it. I’d walked by there many times as it was on a major throroughfare in my old neighborhood, not some dingy red light district. Next door to the adult video store is a Christian thrift store.