Laundry day is always an adventure in this house. Once we decide that it is time to visit the laundromat we wander through the house to locate any stray items that have managed to avoid being placed in our laundry bin. We bag everything up and stick the whole load into our shopping cart along with our washing supplies.
After gathering everything together for a recent trip I looked down to discover that I was wearing one of my favorite shirts. I needed to wash it as well so that I would be able to wear it before my next laundry day. I tugged it off and tossed it into the bag as well.
“Hmm. I should probably wash my bra too,” I told myself. Off came the bra. Since I was already topless I decided that I might as well change my panties and jeans while I was at it. That way all of my dirty laundry would be taken care of.
Standing buck naked in my kitchen I realized that I needed to wear something. I couldn’t go to the laundromat naked! I padded over to my makeshift closet and dug through the remaining items in search of an outfit that I wouldn’t miss wearing until I did laundry again.
Being a minimalist I didn’t have a lot to choose from. I finally selected an outfit, added some panties to the pile, and decided to go braless for the trip. I was just going up the street; if anyone had a problem with my saggy boobs they could kiss my butt–I wanted all of my bras to be clean!
So there I sat at the laundromat wearing a ragged set of sweats, complete with saggy braless boobs just minding my own business when an absolutely gorgeous guy comes in to dry his laundry. He checked me out and to my surprise started flirting with me.
A friend who decided to meet me at the laundromat leaned close. “This’ll teach you not to dress your best,” she teased in a whisper.
I laughed. “That guy would have kittens if he realized that I wandered around buck naked for ten minutes just to choose this outfit!” I retorted out loud. I wanted to see his reaction to that little comment.
Sure enough, his head whipped around. “What?” he chimed in, eyes wide.
“I wandered around my house naked for ten minutes trying to figure out what I could live without until the next laundry day,” I replied. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it.”
“Your boyfriend must have enjoyed that,” he grinned.
“Don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Oh.” I could see his eyes sparkle with possibilities.
Of course, my friend decided that this was the perfect time to add her own brand of humor to the encounter.
“She always waits till I’m not home to walk around naked!” she huffed with feigned upset.
I watched Mr. Cutie promptly toss me into a box named ‘lesbian’ and dismiss me from his mind.
“Gee, thanks!” I snarked at my friend after he left.
“You’re welcome,” she replied smugly. “The moment he opened his mouth I knew he wasn’t your type anyway.”
I shook my head. Leave it to your friends to tell it like it is.
Still, he was kinda cute.
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