Thong is Wrong, Is it?
When I took the first piece of underwear out of the cellophane-box, my fingers dropped it as if it had caught on fire. I had bought G-strings by mistake. Too embarrassed to return the package to Costco for a refund, I stuffed the tangled pieces of string underneath all my other underwear in the drawer and - forgot about them.
The same week, my teenaged daughter, Melanie, was sitting on the balcony with a friend of hers. They were giggling and whispering.
"What’s so funny?" I asked.
Then I saw what they saw. My 65-year-old neighbor, Shirley, had hung up several Thongs on her clothes’ line. The garbs, smaller than the pins, fluttered in the wind like the fluorescent plastic ribbons that I used in my vegetable garden to scare off the birds.
During our morning walk the next day I asked Shirley about the Thongs on her line.
"First," she said, "they feel like flossing...
Published in: Die Kleine Zeitung mit Herz
