That's Interesting…

Virginia, this one is for you…

Let´s face it–bras are sweat traps. You put on a bra, you get the Colorado River running down your Grand Canyon in 10 mins flat. Well, Houston was in its 35th straight day of over 100F temperatures when David and I went to the NASA Johnson Space Center. So, sisters, I know you will understand that I liberated myself from oppression before embarking on an austronaut training tour. My purse was full, so I rolled up the bra and shoved it in a pocket of David´s cargo shorts. Problem solved. Life was simple. Life was good.
From stage left enters the villian of this piece–a security scan…and its very loud “Beeeeep!Beeeeep!Beeeeep! ” As the whole trolley of tourists watched, David was pulled over and asked to empty his pockets. He carefully pulled out the rolled up bra as I stood behind him in utter horror. The officer then asked David to roll out the item so he could identify this threat to national security. David obliged and proudly showed off my bra to 80 very interested strangers like he was Mufasa showing off Simba.
The last thing I remember before the universe went dark was the series of hopeful looks my newly-found intimate strangers were giving David´s other pocket. Let it be a black lacy thong?
So, there we were…David, the macho man, flying high to the moon with pockets full of his conquests and me, the tomato, searching for a black hole.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh.

Let´s never talk about this again.

Love you all.

Sandy