“We had a little mishap this morning,” my sitter told me.
What kind of mishap?
“Well, the stroller wasn’t working,” she said, “and I looked down to see what was happening and it was the wheel. Something was in the wheel. And so we bent down to try and fix it and I realized all tangled up on the wheel was…well…
“It was your underwear.”
That’s not embarrassing.
“Yes, it was a big mess. and it was all around the wheel and I had to pull and pull and it was so tangled, all wrapped up on the brake and around the wheel, and Thalia tried to help me and we both pulled and then, finally, I had to just cut it off.”
“And right then, the super came out of the building to see if he could help. And so I quickly blocked the wheel and said, ‘nothing here! I’m okay!’ because I didn’t want him to see…”
“Right. But he saw it.”
Well, was it…a nice pair?
“They were lacy. Yes. Pretty nice. I think it was a thong.”