I complained to Mr. Daisy, saying I couldn’t believe how cheaply underpants were being made nowadays because my new ones are falling apart at the waistband and leg bands.
“What new ones?” he asked.
Tsking, I held up a pair, waving them. “These,” I told him. “I just got them about a year ago.”
He barked a laugh at that. “Yeah, right. How long ago?” he asked with an annoying smirk.
In a huff, I pulled up the store’s website to check my past orders so I could give him a big, “See? I told you so.” A moment later my jaw dropped as I noticed the sales date.
It was 8 years ago.
You want to know just how horrifying, humiliating & hilarious (ooh, love that alliteration!) it is to be wearing underpants that I purchased 8 years ago? The realization that it's like going through all of grade school, from 1st grade through 8th, wearing the same ones.
I don’t know what the moral to this story is (perhaps I’m now too old to remember), except that I clearly need to get myself some new damn underpants.