Ettiquete at the Mat

Last night I spent the evening doing laundry at the old apartment since it is cheap and I can do 4 loads at once. If you have ever done laundry in a public place, there is an unspoken rule, that you don't handle anyone else's load unless completely necessary. At that point you find a load that looks the least personal. Steer clear of anything resembling underwear, but instead go for the jeans or the blankety-type stuff.
You guard your underwear like you do an ugly child. You keep it out of view when others are present. It stays in the basket, the washer or the dryer and the transfer from one to the other is as fast as possible. No one needs to see any one else's skivvys. Unlike the movies or those old Saturday Night live sketches, you don't sit and fold your underwear there at the laundromat, you get it and bolt.That is only one reason I hate doing laundry. The stress of underwear protection is quite taxing.

Well, after all my precautions last night at the ol' mat, I just blew it all out the window. As I was getting out of my car this morning at work, a piece of underwear fell out of the car as I opened the door!!! It had been wedged between the door and the seat. I looked down in shock and horror and then flung them back into the car, scanning the lot for possible onlookers. Uh... if anyone saw, could I perhaps pass them off as a handkerchief?
(Luckily it was just a pair of black cotton "brief" work-out underwear for exercising in and not my batman underoos.)