So I had these various pairs of underwear
, gifts from my mother many years ago, unopened and forgotten until it came time to gather my belongings over the Christmas
holiday to ship to Nieuw York.
I opened one pack this morning, a pair of Jockey briefs, probably about ten years old, and purple. I had visions of a Jockey magazine ad featuring Prince wearing the briefs (and nothing else), but I'm pretty sure that never actually happened.
Visiting The Missus this evening, I surprised her by parading, brief-ly, in my Princely undergarment; as I made one last mock-Chippendale wiggle of my butt, she noticed a piece of paper stuck there.
"You've got a price tag on your butt."
"Cool! Just like Cousin Minnie Pearl!"
She peeled off the presumed price tag to study it further. It actually wasn't a price tag -- just some sort of numerical code on the top, and underneath, the words INSPECTED BY CYNTHIA.
"Who's this Cynthia?", she asked.
I took the fifth.