After showering I went to closet to retrieve a clean pair of Underoos. I was surprised to find only one pair. Thinking it was a little strange to find only one…when normally the shelf is stuffed full with a variety of colors and styles in all stages of shabbiness…I shrugged it off and assumed the lady of the house had finally carried thru with her threat to commandeer my supply and use them as dust rags. Anyway, washday was tomorrow and surely replacements would show up. Well…washday came and went and only a miniscule amount of the clean essentials appeared on the typically full shelf. As a mater of fact the wife even quizzed me about the whereabouts of my Fruit of the Looms.
I was clueless and could not imagine what had become of my “Whitie Tighties”. Days and weeks went by with no sign of the missing man wear. Finally, I broke down and purchased replacements. Sometimes the only way to find missing articles is to buy new ones. Another washday passed and we revisited the discussion about what had become of the boxers, the briefs, those designer shorts form Walmart. Then in a moment of clarity I thought…could they still be packed in my saddlebags from last months motorcycle trip?
And there they were…nine day of dirty clothes packed in with my rain gear…rain gear that went unused.
It has to be either dementia, Alzheimer’s or old age…probably all the above.
Now, I have a lifetime supply of those essentials.
