Underwear in the Window

This morning when I got out of the shower, I discovered that the laundry basket was not in its usual place in the bedroom. In my groggy state it took me a minute to realize that my spousal unit had been doing laundry yesterday and had the basket in the laundry room. Still holding my underwear in my hand, I headed that way to put them in there. Unfortunately, in a classic spaghetti moment, I saw an inflatable toilet laying in the yard (that’s another story). So I set my underwear down on the window sill next to the back door, and I went outside to pick up the toilet. However, upon reentering the house, I completely forgot about my underwear, and I went about my morning routine. An hour later as I was eating breakfast, I happen to glance over and see, to my surprise, a pair of underwear on the window sill.

In my still relatively groggy state, my mind froze trying to reason out this peculiarity. I mean who would leave underwear on a window sill? And why on earth would anyone put them there to begin with? And why do they look exactly like the ones I was wearing this morning before my shower?

I eventually reasoned out that I was the crazy person that had left them there. But I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t noticed them sitting there. How long would they have sat there before someone else noticed them? A day? A week? Would someone else have noticed them at all? Perhaps one of the women in my wife’s Bible study group? What kind of interesting conversation would that have sparked? And my spousal unit wouldn’t know the answer, so they would go on being the mysterious underwear on the window sill. And why would we ever move them, when they provide such interesting speculation and conversation?