Droopy Drawers

I was at water aerobics this afternoon, following directions, jogging this way and that, throwing my arms in the air like I just don’t care. Then we did some kind of leg exercise and I had the odd sensation that I was wearing a skirt. I knew that wasn’t the case—I had on a tankini, one of those two piece suits that pretends to be a one-piece, and bottom half definitely did not have an attached skirt.

But the bottom was acting weird. I could feel the lining snugged up against my derrière, but the outer bit seemed to be drooping halfway down the back of my thighs.

I’d jump, the suit flapped. I’d swim, the extra material floated up like seaweed. When I exited the pool at the end of the hour we all had a good laugh.

I guess these bottoms are going in the dumpster, unless someone’s knows how to fix a pair of droopy drawers.

Peace, people.

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

5 thoughts on “Droopy Drawers”

  1. Thank you for this! I’m sorry you had to feel it. I’ve been there, I know how unpleasant it can be, but it is funny when it happens. To me or someone else. It’s such an innocent laugh too, so thank you!

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