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I don't know why I just thought about this but it made me laugh so I thought I would share. Last year before I moved here I came out on a bit of an extended holiday.  Three months to be exact.  I normally stay at the President Solitaire up on Soi 11 when I am on holiday here and I did so this trip as well.   If you're only here for a week or two it's probably less hassle to just let the hotel laundry staff handle your clothes but for a 3 month stay there's enough money to be saved by taking your laundry to a shop that I thought it made sense.   The laundry shop owner was a very interesting lady.  If I had to guess I would say she was in her early 40's.  She had a fun and bubbly personality and after a few weeks of me taking my stuff in every few days she started joking around with me and flirting a bit.   So I was surprised one day when I came in to pick up my laundry and she had a stern look on her face.  Arms were folded and you don't need to be a FBI profiler to know she was angry about something.  And if there were any doubt about that the dismissive look I got from her employee pretty much sealed the deal. Not knowing exactly what I had walked into I just looked at her.  She said "You have lady?"  I said "No," truthfully.  "Are you sure you not have lady?" she continued.  "Yeah, I'm sure I don't have a girlfriend.  I think I would know."   She reaches into my folded stack of clothes and pulls out a pair of black panties.  "If you don't have a lady why I did I find this in your clothes?"   I am 100% certain I did not bring those in with my laundry.  First off, I know that nobody had been up to my room since I last did my laundry and unless one of the maids took off her underpants and threw them in my closet there aren't a whole lot of other logical explanations how a pair of panties got mixed in my laundry by me.   I took the panties from her and held them up to my waist.  I looked back at her and said "Well, they don't appear to be mine."   Even though she had been a little pissy up to this point she giggled at bit at my response.  I told her, "Seriously, I have no idea where these came from or who they belong to but the one thing I do know is I didn't bring them in here."   She asked "Then how did they get in your laundry?"  "I really have no idea.  Maybe you set my clothes next to another customer's clothes and they got mixed together.  Maybe they were stuck in the washing machine before you washed my clothes.  Maybe they were stuck in the dryer before you put my clothes in.  Whatever happened, I can guarantee you that I didn't bring in a pair of panties."   She got that look on her face that people get when they've gotten all worked up and you've given them a completely plausible (and often, far more likely) alternative to the conclusion that they initially jumped to.  She said "You sure?"  "Yeah, 1000% sure," I replied.   I started going to a new laundry shop after that.  :-) 

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I don't know why I just thought about this but it made me laugh so I thought I would share. Last year before I moved here I came out on a bit of an extended holiday.  Three months to be exact.  I normally stay at the President Solitaire up on Soi 11 when I am on holiday here and I did so this trip as well.   If you're only here for a week or two it's probably less hassle to just let the hotel laundry staff handle your clothes but for a 3 month stay there's enough money to be saved by taking your laundry to a shop that I thought it made sense.   The laundry shop owner was a very interesting lady.  If I had to guess I would say she was in her early 40's.  She had a fun and bubbly personality and after a few weeks of me taking my stuff in every few days she started joking around with me and flirting a bit.   So I was surprised one day when I came in to pick up my laundry and she had a stern look on her face.  Arms were folded and you don't need to be a FBI profiler to know she was angry about something.  And if there were any doubt about that the dismissive look I got from her employee pretty much sealed the deal. Not knowing exactly what I had walked into I just looked at her.  She said "You have lady?"  I said "No," truthfully.  "Are you sure you not have lady?" she continued.  "Yeah, I'm sure I don't have a girlfriend.  I think I would know."   She reaches into my folded stack of clothes and pulls out a pair of black panties.  "If you don't have a lady why I did I find this in your clothes?"   I am 100% certain I did not bring those in with my laundry.  First off, I know that nobody had been up to my room since I last did my laundry and unless one of the maids took off her underpants and threw them in my closet there aren't a whole lot of other logical explanations how a pair of panties got mixed in my laundry by me.   I took the panties from her and held them up to my waist.  I looked back at her and said "Well, they don't appear to be mine."   Even though she had been a little pissy up to this point she giggled at bit at my response.  I told her, "Seriously, I have no idea where these came from or who they belong to but the one thing I do know is I didn't bring them in here."   She asked "Then how did they get in your laundry?"  "I really have no idea.  Maybe you set my clothes next to another customer's clothes and they got mixed together.  Maybe they were stuck in the washing machine before you washed my clothes.  Maybe they were stuck in the dryer before you put my clothes in.  Whatever happened, I can guarantee you that I didn't bring in a pair of panties."   She got that look on her face that people get when they've gotten all worked up and you've given them a completely plausible (and often, far more likely) alternative to the conclusion that they initially jumped to.  She said "You sure?"  "Yeah, 1000% sure," I replied.   I started going to a new laundry shop after that.  :-) 

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I think she was serious at first but then tried to act like she was joking after I told her I was sure that they weren't mine.

But seriously, I have no idea where they came from.

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Mai kau jai .....

Why was she upset at you for even having panties in your cloths that you bring to her for clean ?

None of her business unless she likes you na :)

Why don't you wash your own cloths and iron them like eveyone else does in Thailand ?

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Posted by KingLing [ 8 February 2010 | 11:50AM Why don't you wash your own cloths and iron them like eveyone else does in Thailand ?

Simple......coz he aint a women ;-)

How do you know :)

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@bCool: Appreciate it but that was when I lived over on Soi 11 on holiday. I have a good laundry service in my building. Plus this one never complains when she finds panties in my laundry. :-)

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@FrancoisP: Well, I'm not married and I didn't have a gf at the time so I'm not sure what harm might have come my way. Though when I unpacked at home I probably would have scratched my head for a few weeks trying to figure out how they got into my luggage :-)

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One of the things that makes me crack up about the entire experience is that I kept thinking about someone leaving their panties in my place. Okay, I can understand a bra since a lot of women find them uncomfortable to begin with but how do you forget your panties? Hmmm . . . it seems a bit drafty today. . . I wonder if I'm forgetting something. :-)

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