We were trying to figure out a way to make my underwear dry so we wouldn’t be late. It was a tough decision, but we decided to try the microwave instead of the time-tested hair blow dryer.
Well, my only pair of pastel thong panties, the light blue ones, were turned into a smokey, gooey mess. It turns out that damp elastic melts in a microwave, and then turns into regular, non-stretchy plastic. Its quite uncomfortable. One of the charred sections burned so badly that it had completely disintegrated. On top of it all, the panties were sill damp.
Right after we had cleaned the plastic former elastic mess from Avery’s microwave, her Dad came home. Not wanting to discuss a panty crisis to any male, much less someone's dad, we lied to cover our asses. When he asked us about the weird burning smell, we just told him he was imagining it. We both told him we didn’t smell anything, he must be crazy.
I had to wear the charred thong anyway (going sans panties was not an option) so I safety pinned the charred over-the-hip part, and waltzed around the rest of the day uncomfortable, damp, and charred. When I got back home I threw those poor, abused, pale blue smokey panties away.
I learned a very importaint lesson in all this. Don't microwave panties. I thought that this was a rather unusual lesson, and I should share it with the rest of the world.
So, if you ever feel like microwaving intimate apparel, just say NO!
