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Having to be to work at 5:30 a.m six days a week, your bound to find yourself racing the clock every once in while. Especially on those days when you hit the snooze button all too quickly (and once too many), as the annoying chirp of your alarm clock continues to get under your skin.

"Good Morning Rachel." I greeted my supervisor as she entered the donut shop fifteen minutes late. She was rubbing her eyes, obviously still trying to wake-up and perhaps even disengage her eye-boogers. She headed straight for the latte machine to make her usual four shot vanilla latte. "I was running so late this morning, I just picked up the pants I had on yesterday and threw them on," she confessed.

Okay so you might be asking yourself "what does any of this have to do with underwear?" It turned out Rachel's mistake that morning was repeatedly pushing the snooze button, which in turn forced her to sport the previous day's jeans.

Somewhere around the noon hour she picked up a rag and headed out to the donut shop lobby to wipe down the tables. As she circulated through the lobby from table to table, pushing in chairs and cleaning up bright colored sprinkles and sticky glaze, someone tapped her on the shoulder. I caught the whole incident just in time from behind the counter.

Rachel turned to acknowledge the shoulder tap. She found herself face to face with a gentleman customer who was holding one arm up in the air as something dangled from his between his thumb and forefinger. "Ummmmmmmm, I was just wondering if these might be yours?" Both of their faces turned a strange shade of plum as he asked her that question.

There hung, between his pinched fingers, was my supervisors thong underwear. The ones she wore the previous day. She quickly snatched the underwear from the stranger, laughed and headed straight for the back room. The gentleman didn't waste a second exiting the establishment either.

The underwear had fallen out of her pant leg onto the lobby floor but, thank God for small miracles. There was only four guests in the lobby at the time and none of them were our regulars.

For the rest of the afternoon, Rachel walked around with those thong underwear in her pants pocket. The pockets weren't deep and she continuously looked down to make sure they weren't sticking out. It didn't help that I kept taunting her by asking "what's that bulge in your pocket?"

There is a lesson to be learned here. If you're going to wear the same pants you wore yesterday, you better give them a good shake and make sure your underwear aren't clinging to the inside of your pant legs. If you forget to do that and you are approached by a stranger who happens to be dangling a pair of underwear in your face, asking if they're yours ... deny, deny, deny.

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