Changing into my gym clothes at lunch, I found my shirt to be rather awkward. There appeared to be a stowaway sock or something tucked within a fabric fold. I shook my shirt in the loneliness that dwells within the YMCA locker room.

Well, what fell out startled me. What fell out put a smile on my face. A pair of my beautiful wife’s panties landed on the locker room bench. I laughed, as I stored them next to the towel in my locker.

I would like to claim no role in this incident, but I was the one that folded this load of laundry. I had allowed the sexy hitchhiker.

So, I can be thankful. Thankful for my attractive wife. Thankful that the undies didn’t make an appearance in the middle of kettlebell swings. Most of all, however, thankful that my clothes folding subconscious has a great sense of humor.