Thursday, February 15, 2018
Let me be brief.
I needed some underwear, and when I saw these →
on sale at AMAZingON (heh heh) for approximately half price, I ordered 2 packages of 2.
They arrived very quickly. I opened one pack and tried a pair on, and they fit nicely. (I prefer not to write fitted as the past tense of fit, and I apologize if this offends you. not really) So, I unwrapped them all and pitched the packaging.
Next day, I donned a pair (why is one thing referred to as a pair, I ask) on as my undies du jour (see what a good boy I am by changing daily) and continued to enjoy their comfort.
And, I went about my day.
... sometime later ... it was time to skip to my Loo (as it were), and that's when I began to fumble about my briefs perplexedly.
I fumbled about looking for the fly. Which I never did find.
This is a first in my life — undies sans fly.
Although I can sort of see it now in the photo, when ordering I could tell from neither the photo nor the description that they were fly-less.
Here am I, 70 years young, and I still have no clue about what in thunderin tarnation is going on in this world.
I can cope through this adversity, but it does seem odd.
Of course, since I am a bit odd myself, I guess me and my undies are a good fit ... so as if to speak.