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Always Wear Clean Underwear
And other meaningless instructions
My mother always told me to wear clean underwear. In case I was in an accident and had to go to the hospital. So mostly I do. Wear clean underwear. There are exceptions of course. Emergencies happen when you go somewhere and didn’t pack enough and don’t have a place to wash some and hang them overnight. Or time for them to dry.
And the concept of turning them inside out and wearing them a second time never really seemed the best idea to me. Although it has been suggested. Think about it. If we needed to change the underwear having the dirty side out doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense.
Anyway, it’s rare that I don’t have clean underwear on. I have instead most certainly gone out in my life’s journey with baby barf on my shoulder, peanut butter smeared onto a skirt and even spillage from the previous night's dinner on a shirt that I had tossed aside and assumed was clean when I picked it up. Most disconcerting if you go to a work meeting like that.
I have travelled out into the world with a purse containing a grilled cheese sandwich in case the kid gets hungry, a wet washcloth in a bag as well as a preschooler-sized pair of underwear in case the mostly toilet-trained one has a relapse. That can happen anytime, anywhere.
