I carry extra underpants with me at all times just in case.
I told a male friend this today as part of a spare clothes conversation we were having, and he was dumbfounded.
“Just in case of WHAT?!” he asked.
I’m pretty sure every woman reading this blog knows exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t ever want to have… ahem… unexpected issues with the lady business… and not have a change handy.
Maybe not everyone is as neurotic as me and carries them in their purse, but to each their own.
That said, I have to wonder, what purpose the spare panties would serve other than that in his mind?
And then I realized, he’s a dude. And heck, with most thought processes, I am too.
I know exactly what he was thinking.
Also, I just dropped pulled pork down my dress into my bra, fished it out, and ate it. All while at my desk.
Because you know, you needed that extra tid bit to realize that I actually am extraordinarily weird. The spare underpants in my purse weren’t enough.
The pork was delicious, thanks for asking.