I open a drawer,and there they are. A stack of underpants,that seem to have appeared from nowhere,neatly ironed,and smelling sweetly of ....some pongy stuff.
I've no idea how this happens,it's miraculous,but it got me to thinking about how many pairs I go through in the week.
I put on a clean pair every morning,and I assumed this was the case for everyone,until I asked some of the lads at work about their 'underpant rotation schedule' as the yanks say,and I was shocked by the responses.
Two of them changed them once a week,one changed his fortnightly,and one said "I give 'em a sniff,and if I don't faint,I put the bastards on".
Surely a clean pair every morning is the norm. Please tell me it is.
I've no idea how this happens,it's miraculous,but it got me to thinking about how many pairs I go through in the week.
I put on a clean pair every morning,and I assumed this was the case for everyone,until I asked some of the lads at work about their 'underpant rotation schedule' as the yanks say,and I was shocked by the responses.
Two of them changed them once a week,one changed his fortnightly,and one said "I give 'em a sniff,and if I don't faint,I put the bastards on".
Surely a clean pair every morning is the norm. Please tell me it is.