On the Rag
I was washing and waxing my vehicle, because it needed a good
douche from the months of sitting in the driveway (No garage
available.), while I was away in Alaska. I needed to find an old
cloth to buff out some of the rough spots of heavy buildup and road
film. I go inside the house, open the laundry room doors, and reach
into a bag, only to pull out a thong! Who puts a thong in the rag
bag? If something is that small and needs to look and smell clean,
just sprinkle some medicated powder on it and call it a day. If that
was my thong, it should be in someone's trophy case, and not
discarded amongst a bunch of Rags.
What ever happened to the white uniform for nurses? Did feminism
kick it to the curb like a stewardess? Now, it is solely used in the
porn industry, while it is socially acceptable to wear scrubs
anytime, anywhere, as if they were yoga pants. One thing that is for
certain though, is that no librarian has ever looked like that last table
dancer, and I have never seen a housekeeper that was from France.
It makes me wonder what Nuns are wearing these days, and perhaps
one of them is missing a thong.
A Man of the Cloth
|Sample of Chapter 15) Riled and Styled