So I run commute home several times a week. I like it. Time doesn't grow on trees and I'm not much of a morning person so this works great. Sometimes I'll run all the way from home and sometimes I'll take the train part of the way and run the rest. A third of the miles I run are probably run with a backpack. So, last Friday I was in a rush to get out the door asap to get home to pizza, beer, and a movie with my family. As soon as I finished up my project I ran back to the storage closet, changed my clothes and went to my desk to pack my backpack. I was the last one there and had no idea that I dropped my underwear from my arm full of clothes right in the middle of the office. Fast forward to this morning. The first person in the office, a totally crazy woman btw, found them. They were on the ground not far from her desk. Apparently she had a fucking conniption. I heard about it from another co-worker who helped her throw them away. From his description you would have thought it was toxic waste or a dozen used condoms. I've got no idea what crazy shit she's imagining went on to cause a pair of mens underwear to land on the ground 9 feet behind her desk.

Ahh, run commuting.

We have security cameras here.  Crazy folk I work with would have been poring over hours worth of tape to find the culprit.  

Dude, that made me laugh out loud - needed taht after the crappy day I'm having.

Please tell me you wear lace panties at work. That would be awesome. 'Prec.