It really was a bit perplexing. Where did all of my underwear go? I knew a few items were left behind in Asia on the last journey, but I had enough to get me through a week without doing laundry. Alas, they were AWOL.
So, I threw a puny load in the machine and summoned my inner shopping warrior to head out to the unmentionables department of JCPenney’s. After carefully glancing at five pair and pronouncing them acceptable I purchased them and walked out sans my carrying bag. Everyone was privy to my purchase and polite enough to avert their eyes.
When I returned home to dry the load I’d tossed in, the mystery of my depleted undergarments came to light. They were still in the dryer from the last episode of laundry duty.