Have you ever lost something? I don’t mean the sort of thing that you could set down on a counter and walk away from. I mean something close and personal, like underwear? Socks don’t count because we all know they go missing in the washer and that’s out of our control. My problem is that somewhere along the line, I’ve lost a brassiere.
For some women losing one of those wouldn’t be a mystery. Some women these days take their underwear off in places other than their homes. The locker room of a gym for instance. Or the home of a “friend.” Not so me. I don’t go to gyms and I keep my clothes on when visiting my friends.
The reason this is a big deal is I’m a beefy gal (This is a description used by Sheldon Cooper when talking about Amazonians.) and my bras are not little bits of lace with ribbony straps and a couple of hooks. I finally bought a few new ones and at a glance they look like bulletproof vests with cups. I have to have gear with some serious structural engineering. They take up lots of space so they don’t just “get lost.”
My husband and I went out of town for a few days and I thought maybe I had left it at the motel. Gad, what mortification! I am thankful I could use e-mail to contact the owners and ask if they had found it. (No, sorry.) If this were years ago, I wouldn’t have bothered asking at all.
So, it’s been about six months now and I still wonder where that thing went. I hope I find it soon. You never know, I might lose all that weight I’ve been planning for years to get rid of. I’d hate to get it back in time for it not to fit.
Have you lose anything embarrassing? Keep it clean. Or if you can’t, at least use your imagination when describing the item.