About two or three times a year, I see a thong or panties casually lying on a sidewalk or in a parking lot. My mind spins. I imagine a beautiful woman, in the heat of a passionate moment, tearing them from her body, tossing them out the open car window, and immediately resuming whatever hot activity in which she was engaged with whomever or by herself.
My lovers told me I have one hell of an imagination and “dream on”. But at least I didn’t pick up the lingerie or anything. You might not be so lucky.
Recently MSNBC did an investigative “undercover” story about women returning USED underwear to the store from which they were purchased. Say what? USED, flimsy intimate garments back on those padded hangers? You’ve got it, Skippy – USED underwear! In ongoing tests, the news group put various chemicals and stains on the delicates and tried to exchange them or get their money back. In many cases they were successful.
Not all women were totally grossed out. The reason? Many ladies said they wash new undies BEFORE they put them on – right out of the package. Some said it was because of chemicals or dyes – but many said they were just “making sure.”
Making sure of what? Perverted garment makers wearing the damn things before slipping them into the packaging machine? Intimate product tampering? Package fondling by over sexed women or their under sexed lovers?
Maybe the US Consumer Product Safety Commission could put a warning label on thongs and panties: “WARNING: Be Careful Before Putting This Garment On.” Of course a more appropriate message would be: “WARNING: Be Careful After Taking This Garment Off.”
All new garments are treated with preservatives you are supposed to wash off. My Mrs. worked in a bunch of departement stores where they don’t take chances, don’t argue with the customer, make an exchange and throw the exchanged garments out.
As far as how did your erotic memorabilia get there on the street corner, try thinking about the the 6′6″ Giant black man that approached me walking home up Bourbon st from a dark corner dressed in a see through “Baby Doll” outfit about 4am after the bars closed and we’d finished cleaning up.
“”Wahnt thom THEX???” he inquired.
Just as a giant cop with a giant flashlight/club turned the flashlight on and pointed the light at his crotch where he had his privates tucked between his legs as he kinda bent forward to hide himself.
“BOY! They’re gonna love you in CENTRAL LOCKUP!!” the cop howled laughing his tail off.
“WHY? What I do? You can’t see nothin! I have my clothes on!” referring to his sheer panties and naval low sheer top.
He mighta thrown those panties out just for yall common thrillseekers.
I didn’t like walking to the last streetcar much anymore.
Well that’s a disgusting visual, Joe. Thanks.
I thought in NY you CANNOT exchange underwear or bathing suits. Seems like a good rule.
That makes good sense monetarily for sure. But Jo An says she’s just tossed a bunch of clothing in the lower pay places like NcCrory’s or Walmart. In Rochester I never saw the REALLY weird crap I’ve seen in places like New Orleans or Frisco. We bought boxes marked, “RAGS,” for our pipe threading area and when I opened them they were freshly launderred and packed clothes from some charity supposed to be sent to a overseas catastrophe. I got the high dollar clothes you can’t get from Wal-Mart or the regular department stores like new. But ladies undies in the parking lot have to come from Barney Frank.
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