I arrived at work yesterday just like anyday and parked out back and walked all the way through the shop up to the office stopping only to punch in on the timeclock halfway through the building.
I sat down at my computer to check my email and look at what I needed to get done for the day. I wasn’t there but a few minutes and one of our mechanics came in the office with a extension tool that has a claw on the bottom for picking up things.
He said “Did you bring these with you to work today? I found them just inside the back door.” I looked at what was at the bottom of his claw thing and it was a pair of my underwear.
I looked at him and said “I never saw those before, they are not from my house.”
I just couldn’t admit to our 29 year old mechanic that he had my underwear in his possession.
Apparently yesterday morning when I put my capris on the previous days underwear were still inside. I had only worn the capris for a couple hours at work the day before and had come home to change before taking my daughter to an appointment.
I don’t know how I could not feel them inside when I put on new underwear and the capris and left for work but I didn’t.
What I am still wondering about is why didn’t he just put them in the dumpster which was a few feet away. Instead he had to walk to his toolbox about 20 feet away and back to the location of the underwear. Pick them up with the extension tool and walk all the way through the shop with my underwear hanging off the bottom of this tool up to the office.
I was thankful at the moment that there were no customers in the waiting room which is where my desk is. When I realized what was on the tool I removed them and put them in the trash. He left the office with his tool in hand minus my underwear.
Now this particular mechanic is not the mean spiteful kind that would knowingly try to embarrass someone like some of our other mechanics. He is young and kind. So what was he thinking? I would truly like to know.
My husband said that he had noticed the underwear on the ground and he thought that someone had “parked” behind our building and left them behind. Apparently he didn’t know his own wife’s underwear. I just guess they are not very exciting.
Today I will try to be more truthful. It is a new day! I’ve have been humbled once again.
June 11, 2010 at 10:41 am
Oh, my gosh!!! That is sooooooooo funny!
June 11, 2010 at 11:16 am
It’s important not to take yourself too seriously. A good laugh everyday is a great stress reliever!
June 11, 2010 at 8:32 pm
Haha. That happened to me one day when I was in elementary school. I felt them in my pants and pulled them out. I immediately stuck them as deep inside my desk as I could.
June 11, 2010 at 8:38 pm
A funny story–but an interesting dilemma. Your first reaction was probably “I just don’t want to explain it all.” I can picture the guy holding the tool like he had captured a dangerous creature–ha.
June 12, 2010 at 2:15 am
My first reaction was I want to crawl under a rock, my second reaction was self-preservation thinking to myself “How can I get out of this situation without anyone knowing they were mine?” My husband’s latest comment about unusual circumstances is “You just can’t make this stuff up!”
February 7, 2011 at 7:54 pm
OMG, that is hilarious! I could have used more description personally. Black? Pink? Lacey? But then again, that’s just me!
Glad you recovered from your embarrassment. This might inspire me to do a “most embarrassing moment” post myself!
February 7, 2011 at 8:21 pm
I recovered but every once in awhile I find myself chuckling to myself when I think of him standing at my desk. I know that guys are “visual” so I won’t be providing any more details, you will just have to use your imagination.
I would love to read what guys find to be their most embarrassing moments. Let me know when you post yours:)
February 8, 2011 at 10:03 pm
LOL. I got to work one day last year — at a temporary freelance position — only to have the elastic on a half slip I was wearing (I have no idea why, I haven’t used slips regularly in years) pop, and the garment drop down around my ankles. The only saving grace is I was early and behind the cubicle partition, so no one saw, and I was able to grab it and stuff it in my tote bag before discovery.
February 8, 2011 at 10:17 pm
I wish there had been a cubicle for me to hide behind. My desk is in the customer waiting area out in the open reception area. No hiding. I’m just thankful no one else was in the area at the time.
I read about a lady whose pantyhose from the previous day were still inside her slacks and decided to reappear in the grocery store aisle. She kept pulling them out the bottom. She said she felt like the clown who keeps pulling scarves out of his sleeve with no end in sight.