Two stories for ya and both involve underwear. Its good times.
Story #1 Your Underwear Doesn’t Belong at Work
My brother is a typical 21 year old. He works, goes to schools, eats at wierd hours, plays music, loves to have fun and has a grosteque room. Seriously, it’s like a bomb went off in a dumpster. Despite the fact that it grosses everyone else out, it never really seems to bother him. Until last Saturday.
He had a work meeting at 8am. He rolls out of bed and throws on whatever pair of pants is closest to his bed. The smoke detector went off and he was the only one awake so he spent a few minutes fixing that situation. Consequently, he was late for his meeting and by the time he got there all 40 other associates were already sitting down, waiting for the meeting to start. My brother walks across the front of the room, with everyone watching him, and suddenly a pair of underwear falls out of his pants! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Dirty underwear fell right out of the pant leg in front of everybody. Everyone started laughing and called him “Chonies” for the rest of the day.
And in case your wondering, yes, his room is still a disaster. Apparently the underwear incident wasn’t that embarrasing for him 🙂
Story #2 Flashing Your Underwear is not a Good Way to Make New Friends
It’s summer of 2008. I’m FINALLY working my dream job as a summer camp counselor. I was working at a houseboats camp up in Lake Shasta and was having a great time. Being the introvert that I am, however, I was having a bit of a hard time feeling as if I fit in with the rest of the staff. But by the end of the second week I was feeling pretty comfortable. I was joking with people, making conversation, learning about their lifes stories…all that fun stuff.
We had a “Christmas in July” celebration and did a white elephant gift exchange. The point was to be a silly, ridiculous and cheap as possible. I bought some playdough at Target and wrapped it in one of my pillow cases. We start the gift exchange and people start opening some really funny stuff. Fake mustaches, a Jesus kite…stuff like that. Suddenly someone picks my gift. She opens it up and laughs, then says “O wait, there is something else in there.”
I start to panic. I had only put the playdough in there! What is she going to pull out? Before I could leap across the boat dock and stop her, the girl pulled out a pair of…yep you guessed it…underwear! MY UNDERWEAR!!! GAAHHH. Turns out I had unknowningly used the pillowcase that doubled as my dirty close bag. The girl freaked out and threw my underwear across the dock and it landed right in the middle of the circle of people. Everyone starts laughing and asking “Who’s underwear is that?” My face turned beat red and I decided to just keep it cool and not say anything. BUT THEN, I realized that the underwear, like every other piece of clothing I brought with me to camp, was clearly labeled with my last name. There was no way I could hide it. So I took a deep breath, put on a big smile, grabbed my underwear and stuffed it in my pocket. Luckily, the rest of the staff was really cool. They gave me a bit of a hard time, but we were able to laugh about it together.
So here’s the moral of the story kids…keep your underpants in your dresser! What’s your most embarrasing moment?