The Waiting Room

J and I headed to the outlet mall to do a little back to school shopping. I did get a couple of cute things at Ann Taylor and a nice shirt for Husband at Eddie Bauer.

We stopped in Maidenform becuase J was looking for a particular style of underwear. She told me these boy shorts were the most comfortable ever. Since I love boy shorts and they were on sale, I decided to pick up a couple.

The sales clerk rang up J's purchase first, without comment. After she rang up mine, she held up a pair of the underwear:

"Are you sure you don't want to try these on?" she asked.

"No, I think they will be fine." I said.

The the woman said, "Well, are you sure, I mean look at the crotch on these!" She was holding up the underwear, showing the crotch area.

Then she said, "The crotch is just too small. I prefer big ones that cover all around." Then, she stuffed them into a bag.

OK....Was that woman trying to sell me a pair of granny panties?

Since when does the crotch matter, unless you wear a thong, which I do not use. That is why boy shorts are so much better. No VPL and no string up the crack. (Sorry about the graphic thought!)

And I don't think my ass is so big that I require that much coverage. Sure, I like things to be covered, but once again, boy shorts will deliver. It's not like my ass is hanging out of them or anything.

Now, I am going to check my drawer to see if my underwear has different crotch sizes.