Granny Panties

One summer night, I'm out enjoying a ride with a friend of mine. On this ride I am enjoying being a passenger because for once he offers to drive (his car is meant to be admired from far away in a temperature-controlled garage, while mine is meant to be used as some sort of hauling tank-like vehicle). I take him the long way home through the nice neighborhoods. I just love looking at houses. 

We are meandering along when he says, "Is that old lady in her underwear?" That old lady was indeed in her underwear! How could I have missed it? There she was, 70 years old, smoking a cigarette and walking her dog wearing nothing but pink slippers and a t-shirt tucked into granny panties. She looked just like she belonged out there. (It's all in the way you carry yourself, you know.) Her neighbors must love her. It was quite dark out there. I'm not sure if it's something she does during the day. Or maybe it's like her pajamas and she just thought she'd take the dog out for a quick walk. Now mind you, she was on the sidewalk quite a ways from the nearest house, so she was definitely walking the dog in that outfit.

I couldn't stop laughing. To be honest, I still can't. The image is burned into my brain and it just makes me laugh out loud whenever I think about it. 

What did I learn from this event? I hope somebody warns me before I go out walking the dog in my underwear; or barring that, I hope if I do go out in my underwear, I have the confidence to make it work for me.