There will be a small gathering of friends at our home this coming Saturday and after a late afternoon of food and fun we thought we’d invite our party to go out for a little after-dark fun.
With this in mind my friend, Sherrie, and I were out on a fact finding trip to a local corn maze. We needed to know about the admission price, and what sorts of activities were available.
We were happy with what we found there in the way of fun even though the admission price seemed a little high to me. They also had a vegetable stand there and I bought a couple of onions to add to the soup I was making and Sherrie bought some squash that she was going home to cook immediately because it smelled and looked so good.
We were on our way back into town and a few blocks from Quirky Cottage when I interrupted our casual conversation by blurting out, “That’s my husband’s underwear!”
Poor Sherrie was so stunned by such an exclamation that she pulled the car to the side of the road. I jumped out for a closer inspection of the pair of white socks, blue tee shirt, beige walking shorts and a pair of dark gray Jockeys lying along the edge of the road.
The Jockeys is what caught my eye because at first glance they appeared to be identical to MY favorite pair that that the Cottage Master wears.
After approaching the clothing that had been flattened and ground into the asphalt by car tires running over them I was assured that they did not belong to the Cottage Master.
I had to explain to my astonished and hysterically laughing friend that the Cottage Master is notorious for putting things on top of his car then driving away. They very well could have been his, really.
Would I have picked them up had I been convinced that they were his? NO, no, no.
P.S. Just in case you are interested -- today, a day later, the walking shorts have been picked up but the rest of the clothing is still getting ground into the pavement.