Victoria Secret Hiding Place

When you were younger did your mom continuously have to remind you to separate your underwear from your pants prior to throwing them in the laundry basket? When my mom would ask me to do this, I would roll my eyes then walk away wearing the clothes my mom so nicely washed for me…

Now as an adult doing laundry, if I notice underwear not separated from pants, I immediately groan and then remember I live alone. 

Separating clothes is not only helpful for the washing machine, but is also helpful when getting dressed…

In Bra-vo, I exposed my bra. Today, I exposed another undergarment.

In early spring, we scheduled an entire day of gardening for the residents. Emphasis on residents, since the only plants I know how to care for are fake ones.

Since we were going to get down and dirty, I wore black Lululemon-like flared pants, but when I arrived to work I was informed we were cancelling our  gardening day. 

The torrential downpour on my drive to work should have been a giveaway. 

Since I didn’t bring a change of clothes, I felt quite silly walking around the facility wearing pants that normally have Miss Vickie’s chip powder on them. I tried to view it as I looked “active,” but that was a stretch.

Around 11:00am, I was sitting in my supervisor’s office, catching up with one of the therapy aides. I was telling a story and flailing my arms about when I dropped my pencil. I bent down to pick it up and realized I had a lump bulging from my left calf muscle. 

In the shower that morning, my calves looked their usual size. So I was a bit concerned. 

I quickly dug underneath my pant leg and surprisingly found a bright pink pair of underwear.

Apparently, I had been walking around all morning with underwear protruding out of my leg. Had no one noticed? Did they think that was how my calf was shaped?

I attempted to hide the underwear in the palm of my hand to transport it to my bag, but I could feel the therapy aide watching me.

However, she was too kind to say a peep…or too horrified.

A part of me wanted to go sit outside and drown my embarrassment in the rain.

At least my underwear and pants were now separated. 

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