Last night, on the way home from running club, I stopped at a community meeting of maybe 40 people. The village is a crossroad with a country store and two stop signs, so we all know each other to varying degrees. My running shorts were drenched and heavy with sweat from a hot run, and they are old so the elastic waist band was weak. I wear panties most all the time and had on a pair of fairly plain white bikini style panties under the shorts. So I grabbed a beer and put my keys and phone in my pocket while standing around listening to the discussion, not realizing the weight in my pocket was pulling my running shorts down.
I stepped forward to offer my thoughts and my adult daughter and a neighbor pulled my arm and whispered my shorts were falling off. Sure enough, My panties were on clear display for the whole community.
I laughed and pulled them back up, not sure what would be said. But I got lucky as it looked to everyone else that they were seeing the liner of my shorts. The liner on those shorts is black, not the white they were seeing, but let them assume what they will. So it was a laugh for everyone but nothing else. If I’d been wearing panties with lace or a ribbon it might have been a very different story.
And I’m throwing those shorts away.