Suppressing my laughter while feeling a bit embarrassed, I tried to explain the situation. Meanwhile, Jake’s imagination ran wild—he started picturing Mrs. Lisa as a secret superhero sporting aerodynamic underwear. He even suggested that his Captain America-themed boxers could hang up next to her “crime-fighting gear.”
It soon became a daily ritual: Lisa’s laundry would flutter in the breeze, sparking Jake’s curiosity. But when he asked if he could hang his own underwear beside hers, I realized I had to put an end to the display.
Determined to handle it diplomatically, I marched over to her house. When Lisa opened the door, she quickly made it clear that she wasn’t going to change her laundry habits for anyone. She laughed off my concerns, telling me to “loosen up” and even offered some tips on livening up my wardrobe.
Frustrated yet resolute, I hatched a brilliantly petty plan. That evening, I fashioned the world’s largest, most garish pair of granny panties from the brightest fabric I could find. The next day, after Lisa had left, I proudly hung my creation right in front of her window.