It's the little things that make you wonder why anyone needs drugs
Been spending my days chipping away at the daunting mass of information that awaits squirreling away in the labyrinthine workings of the new software, which say what you will about the mind turning into a bland pudding after the first dozen or so entries scrupulously entered in, but time does tend to pass quickly while muttering newly minted blasphemies and arcane obscenities.
Thus you must forgive me if I found the following happenstance to be a bit of a palette-cleanser if you will.
I was answering the call of nature not too long ago since humans seem to exhibit marked difficulty at retaining multiple quarts of strongly brewed iced tea when my eye happened to note a wad of silvery medium blue mesh resting demurely atop the toilet tank. I cocked an eyebrow at it while I finished my immediate errand and wondered if that really was what I thought it was.
A few minutes later, after donning a couple pair of latex gloves and equipped with an implement to poke at the mass with I returned to investigate.
It was indeed as I suspected initially. It was a very sheer women's thong. By all appearances it was pristine which made me immediately suspect the partial remains of a shop-lifting. Which was plausible except we didn't stock anything similar that it could have come from. Which means that someone brought it in with them to abandon.
Outcome? Random Act of Thong.
Thus you must forgive me if I found the following happenstance to be a bit of a palette-cleanser if you will.
I was answering the call of nature not too long ago since humans seem to exhibit marked difficulty at retaining multiple quarts of strongly brewed iced tea when my eye happened to note a wad of silvery medium blue mesh resting demurely atop the toilet tank. I cocked an eyebrow at it while I finished my immediate errand and wondered if that really was what I thought it was.
A few minutes later, after donning a couple pair of latex gloves and equipped with an implement to poke at the mass with I returned to investigate.
It was indeed as I suspected initially. It was a very sheer women's thong. By all appearances it was pristine which made me immediately suspect the partial remains of a shop-lifting. Which was plausible except we didn't stock anything similar that it could have come from. Which means that someone brought it in with them to abandon.
Outcome? Random Act of Thong.
posted by Lanius at 10:26 PM
3 Comments:
I have four ideas:
1. a man came in wearing them and discarded them so he wouldn't be caught in them.
2. same man left them behind for someone to find as a thrill to him.
3. Someone took them as a trophy/souvenir after something not nice was done. But decided that was dangerous as the police might find them.
4. Less nefarious reason, this person (the above person) left them there so his wife wouldn't find them....
Eden
Possible. On the other hand, over the years I have discovered that when it comes to the actions of the wild consumer and surprise underwear appearances, that logic rarely enters into it. Occam's Razor collapses into flaming ruin in this context.
It could very well have been a guy expecting to hook up with a famous porn star in the restroom, present them with the "prettiest, sexiest thong" they have ever seen, and then embarked on a shared lifetime of orgies and drugs in exotic locales.
You think I'm joking, except I've had someone complain to me once of a similar delusion coming to naught as if I was personally to blame.
I don't think you're joking. I recently read a blog where that kind of thing (orgy in the restroom) happened to the same guy five time in the space of a couple of hours with several differnt people. Well... He said it did anyhow. And since he never mentioned condoms, I hope it was all fantasy...
Eden
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