It was early one spring when I found myself on a French highway between Normandy and Paris with my panties strung on a line across the back window of a silver sports car. French truck drivers, not unlike American truck drivers were quick to express their approval of my delicates flapping in the breeze as I zoomed back to Paris.
This would never have happened if I hadn’t decide liquor was more important than panties. You see I worked in Europe three weeks of every month. So naturally, I decided I could forego clothing to create luggage space for more wine and champagne.
This time my brilliance got the best of me. I found myself in the unfortunate position of being in a hotel in rural France without clean panties.
Never fear, I thought, a quick wash in the sink and they’ll be dry and ready for the flight back to the U.S. in the morning.
However, come morning my “delicates” were still wet. Not to be outwitted by panties, I grabbed a string from the hotel owner and strung it across the back window of the sports car I had rented. I set off for Paris, my windows down and my line of undies flapping behind me. Admiring truck drivers honked at me all the way back to Paris.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t calculated air speed and drag, not being of the mathematically minded. As I pulled into the car rental lot to the shocked horror of the Parisian employees, one end of the string had pulled loose and the whole string was waving like a kite high above the back of that sports car shining in the morning sun.
They found me ripping my underwear out of the back window and shoving it into my suitcase just in time to catch my flight. They didn’t even had the decency to look haughty.
cute, sexy!
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I (heart) you, Thanks.
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lol
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Thanks Martian, wink, wink, nudge, nudge
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Love it!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome
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I’ll bet a set of boxers would get no notice.
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I agree with John.
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Maybe you guys are right, but if women were truck drivers…
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I was wondering about that very point!
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I’d give you a honk.
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*smiles*
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The visions you’ve just sprung on my mind! And that on a Sunday of all days. Lovely!! Thanks… 😉 😛 😉
PS – I think you’ve just given me an idea for a short story! It Pays to Advertise!!
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Oops should keep it clean. I love being a muse. Thanks.
Dee
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Clean? Why? 😈
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What a fabulous story!
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Life makes for good fodder. Thanks.
Dee
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They always tell you that – but the fact is that they never dry!
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I found that out the hard way.
Dee
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Hahaha…Interesting piece 🙂
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Thanks Dee
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🙂 🙂
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Diedra, my darling. Why do you do this to me? My old heart can’t take it. :*
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Oh, my darling, I swoon. Thanks. Dee
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What can we say? People love panties!
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Heck, I love panties. You can keep your tighty whiteys
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Hey that’s a good idea !
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Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. Dee
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Reblogged this on Dreagus Productions and commented:
Interesting and funny! We all need a break here’s some humor for you.
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Thank you. You’re too kind. Dee
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Hey, sacrifices must be made for the sake of good wine and champagne.
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And chocolate, don’t forget the chocolate! Dee
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Can’t forget chocolate 🙂 And how about strawberries? Wait, what are we talking about again?
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I’m reminded of a friend who, wearing satin knickers under a skirt, had the elastic break and the knickers obey gravity while she was crossing a busy street.
Mortified, but cool of head, she stepped out of them and kept going without a backward glance. As if they were never upon her nethers.
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Now that’s gracious. Got to love you bravado.
Thanks for the comment.
Dee
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thanks for the like on Spencesense. But, as me auld Scottish mither allus prated, “Dinna ye get yer knickers in a knot!”
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LOL you got it or their just too damp to wear.
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Thanks for the humorous tale; I believe wine and champagne outweigh panties any day of the week 🙂
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I’ve been known to through out undies and socks to make room for contraband. Dee
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Such a delight read, love it!
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind words. Dee
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Where there is a need, there is a way!
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Exactly. At least the line of undies wasn’t trailing the plane. Dee
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A good morning laugh if ever there was one
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That’s my goal in life!! Thanks. dee
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Reblogged this on Kate McClelland and commented:
Hahahaha! To be honest I think the French could be forgiven for not looking haughty on this occasion! :0)
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Bravo. This was an absolute pleasure to read.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Now HERE’s a post to get your weekend going with a chuckle 😀
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Reblogged this on newauthoronline.
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Brilliant for US French relations! You made me laugh out loud. Thank you.
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you never cease to amaze me! that was crazy….
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C’est dommage. Or maybe c’est magnifique?
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Hahaha! I’m afraid that France’s reaction to your delicate undies would be completely different than a line of my bloomers flapping behind our reliable diesel family sedan. :o)
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As a fellow traveler I applaud your ingenuity. I’ve worn mine damp!
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Seriously?
Ha!
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Hilarious. What a great travel piece.
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Really funny – life is so much more hilarious than fiction! Love your commitment to wine and champagne (*raises virtual glass*). Look forward to reading more of your work.
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Ah, the misfortunes of when planning and reality do not meet. It is funny though. I spent six years in Europe with the USAF and some day I want to go back to Paris just to finish looking at the Louvre. I spent twenty minutes, all the time I had on a package tour, looking at the Mona Lisa trying to decide if it was really that good or if it was all hype. I decided it was that good. I invite you to visit my other blog, christophercolesite.wordpress.com and see my writing.
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Mon dieu! Thanks for the good laugh to start the day.
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lol, love it!
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Stringing the skivvies across the back window? GENIUS!!! LOL!
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You are a joy!
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Lol. Loved it.
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Im in love wth this particular one.
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Still giggling, even after reading the great comments. Some pretty panties they must have been to elicit so much fun from the drivers! When I travel, I have been known to do “boarding school wash” in the sink, and pray for things to dry. Hair dryer has been my default. I’ve been caught in transit with missed flights and nothing of use in the carry on and had to resort to this method for a clean set for the next day. I’ve worn them “damp” just to get home. I’ve also wrapped bottles of wine in my substantial bra’s in the luggage! A pair of socks is a great wine snuggy.
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this story gets me every time
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Thanks for stopping by and the follow, most appreciated!
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Great story. I loved it, and it made me giggle. Thank you for the story.
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