Yesterday, Eddie and I were sitting in the truck, watching the rain and relaxing before picking up our next load. He had unloaded in the rain, so his sweatshirt was soaking wet. He had taken it off and hung it in the truck.
I looked up and saw his sweatshirt dangling from a bungee cord.
“WHAT is that??” I said.
I said, “It’s not a t-shirt. It’s a sweatshirt. What you have on is a TEE shirt.”
I sarcastically added, “Do we need to have a lesson in Clothing Identification 101??”
Then I reached up to my clothing cubby hole and pulled out a pair of silky, white panties. I held them up, in full panty form and said to him, “What are these??”
He said with a smirk, “A parachute?”
I wanted to rap him right in the mouth but instead, I looked over at him and just roared with laughter. Yes, I know what he said wasn’t nice and he since never makes comments like that he will likely be forgiven, but the uncharacteristically quick comeback laced with the SO not Ed wit was just very funny to me.
And to think, this comment coming on the heels of the one from my friend Vicki, less than two weeks ago; she was doing laundry, standing at the kitchen table folding clothes, when she held up a pair of my panties and said “How is it that a person of your size can fit into underwear so small??”