One of the hazards of not doing your own laundry is that you have no control over the fate of your favorite pair of undies.
Ok, I know that there are probably lots of people out there who would be thrilled not to have to do their own laundry. I used to be one of those people, too. But now that I’m living with a family again, my host mom insists on doing all of the washing herself. As a result, my clothes get mixed in with all the other clothes, and before you know it, something has disappeared.
So since my devastating loss, I decided it was time to venture out and try a French pair. Good intentions, but when I got to the store I realized I had absolutely no idea which to buy, since the sizing scale was completely different from America. Here I have to choose a size ranging from 34-44. Back home it pretty much boils down to choosing between 6, 7, or 8. Also, all of the rolled up packaged pairs had no indication of what cut they were- bikini, boy briefs, thongs, cheekers- This is important...what exactly are you trying to sell me, Monoprix?
I simultaneously realized that
A) I had no idea what I was doing, and
B) laundry day wasn’t going to be here soon enough.
I had no choice but to take a chance and eyeball it.
So I did, and I was sorely mistaken. Oh well, better luck tomorrow…
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