The names have been changed to protect everyone’s identity.
At university, I shared a 2 bed/ 1 bath apartment with 3 other girls. We had all just barely survived final exams for the first semester and were glad to finally head home for the holidays.
The first roommate to leave was Judy. Judy, outwardly, was very glamourous and well put-together, but at home she spent most of her time watching Korean dramas / variety shows in a bathrobe and not doing laundry. She was fashionable, outgoing, and a fantastic chef-- but the kind of girl to leave a mountain of dishes … you know the type. As a result of not doing laundry and having plenty of disposable income, Judy would continuously purchase new clothing rather than clean what she had. The rest of us adored her, though, because she simply had so much charisma and was hilariously fun to tease. She would occasionally push us out of our nerdy comfort zones by dragging us on adventures to clubs, events, etc.
Anyway, back to the end of the semester: Judy had left in a rush with all her things packed in separate trash bags because the initial suitcase did not fit her expanded wardrobe. Lo and behold, one trash bag was left behind. We called her to ask what she wanted us to do and she wanted to know what was inside…
It was a giant pile of panties. Girly underwear of all types: from the most raggedy granny-style tighty-whities to the laciest, most sparkly thongs. It was her entire collection; she had nothing at home and was in fact was driving high speed to her home city so she could board a flight to the family vacation home across the country the next day.
Patty suggested we just mail everything in a flat rate box, so Patty and I drove to the nearest post office, which was bustling for last minute holiday mail. We bought the largest box for mailing (bubble mailer envelopes were out of stock), but the trash bag simply wouldn’t fit through the mouth of the box. We tried to be discreet and undo the drawstrings of the trash bag, but eventually just ripped a hole in the trash bag and grabbed our roommate’s underwear by the handful to start packing them away. It was such a ridiculous situation— we couldn’t stop laughing. There were customers in line nearby giving us confused looks. Thankfully, the box of underwear did successfully make it to Judy.
Every year now, Patty and I send Judy a random underwear for Christmas. I haven’t picked out which one I want to send this year, but I’m sure Judy is faring well without it.
At university, I shared a 2 bed/ 1 bath apartment with 3 other girls. We had all just barely survived final exams for the first semester and were glad to finally head home for the holidays.
The first roommate to leave was Judy. Judy, outwardly, was very glamourous and well put-together, but at home she spent most of her time watching Korean dramas / variety shows in a bathrobe and not doing laundry. She was fashionable, outgoing, and a fantastic chef-- but the kind of girl to leave a mountain of dishes … you know the type. As a result of not doing laundry and having plenty of disposable income, Judy would continuously purchase new clothing rather than clean what she had. The rest of us adored her, though, because she simply had so much charisma and was hilariously fun to tease. She would occasionally push us out of our nerdy comfort zones by dragging us on adventures to clubs, events, etc.
Anyway, back to the end of the semester: Judy had left in a rush with all her things packed in separate trash bags because the initial suitcase did not fit her expanded wardrobe. Lo and behold, one trash bag was left behind. We called her to ask what she wanted us to do and she wanted to know what was inside…
It was a giant pile of panties. Girly underwear of all types: from the most raggedy granny-style tighty-whities to the laciest, most sparkly thongs. It was her entire collection; she had nothing at home and was in fact was driving high speed to her home city so she could board a flight to the family vacation home across the country the next day.
Patty suggested we just mail everything in a flat rate box, so Patty and I drove to the nearest post office, which was bustling for last minute holiday mail. We bought the largest box for mailing (bubble mailer envelopes were out of stock), but the trash bag simply wouldn’t fit through the mouth of the box. We tried to be discreet and undo the drawstrings of the trash bag, but eventually just ripped a hole in the trash bag and grabbed our roommate’s underwear by the handful to start packing them away. It was such a ridiculous situation— we couldn’t stop laughing. There were customers in line nearby giving us confused looks. Thankfully, the box of underwear did successfully make it to Judy.
Every year now, Patty and I send Judy a random underwear for Christmas. I haven’t picked out which one I want to send this year, but I’m sure Judy is faring well without it.