If It's Thursday. . .

(A cautionary tale about ditched underwear is what our Fun Monday host, Margaret, over at Mama Drama is looking for today. Recently she spotted a pair of pristine whiteys in the parking garage where she works doing all manner of professional stuff. Click on the Mama Drama link for photographic proof, if you don't believe me. How did that happen, she wonders? And why the parking garage? Well, here's my theory.)

C is a recovering obsessive compulsive. None of his colleagues in the Professional Towers Building would ever guess the secrets he carries around. They see him as a great work partner and after hours buddy. Everyone admires his commitment to staying healthy in a stressful work environment. Every day during lunch he's at the gym across the street from the Tower getting in a fast workout. When it's his turn to drive to a meeting, his passengers always give him grief because they have to sit on that ever ready gym bag in the backseat of his car.

As I mentioned, C is a recovering obsessive compulsive with a lot to hide. He still rotates his cereal boxes--cheerios on Mondays, raisin bran on Tuesdays--and collects the Madagascar characters from Reese's Puffs. He only uses security envelopes for paying his bills, not trusting online payments or the envelopes provided with his bills. He carries hand sanitizer on a secret key ring. He lines the toilet seat in the men's room. And, he must wear these--Days of the Week underwear. This had been the worst compulsion to break. His goal is to eventually be able to give them up. Monday-Wednesday he's sporting the proper pair, but the rest of the week has to be pristine whites, no labels.

Well, last Thursday C had a meltdown after his workout. He showered and changed into the PWs, all the time wishing it was Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday so he could wear his DOWs. By the time he got back to the parking garage, he'd lost it. He threw his gym bag in the car and quickly ditched the offending PWs before heading back to the office. Moral of the story: if you have to take a step backwards from your comfort zone, better to do it commando.

Now be sure to check out other Fun Monday ditched underwear theories. I fear we may reveal more about ourselves than we should. . .