I can only imagine the horror of what occurred in my laundry room this morning...
I had been out of town for the weekend visiting friends and attending a wedding. Before I left, however, I did a couple of loads of laundry. I try to be productive sometimes. Of course, one of the loads featured underwear.
Now, usually my sister or my mom will take my laundry out of the dryer and dump it in a basket for me to fold later. Just like college, they clear out the machines for their own use, and leave the folding for the person whose laundry it is.
Not my father. Oh no, he thought it would be nice to actually fold my laundry. To his detriment.
Not realizing that what he was holding was a thong, he asked my mother why I had an eye patch in with my laundry. My mom then had to explain to him what the confusing article of clothing really was. I am eternally grateful that I was not at home to witness this and only heard the tale secondhand.
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