HIGH RISE UNDERWEAR

Normally I hate other people's cellphone conversations. It just seems so inconsiderate to subject the world to one's private business, especially on a bus or in an elevator.

Sometimes, however, it is delightful.

The other day an attractive young lady rushed to get on the elevator, which already had eight other people in it. Three of whom were going to floors higher up than mine.
Her floor was the second highest.


She was telling her friend on the phone that she didn't like the cold weather.
[Sweetheart, nobody likes the weather we're having. That, you had to explain?]

'The rain was SO depressing!'
[Us too, but we're not kvetching on the phone.]

'It was horrible! Horrible!'
[Thank you so much for reminding us! Reminding us!]

'She couldn't WAIT till the weather got better.'
[Neither can we, dear. Your bellyaching is making it worse.]

'So that she could wear her nice thin silk panties.'
[Hello?]

'They felt SO smooth against the skin.'
[They do?]

'Made her feel all warm and sensuous!'
[Oh.]

'And silk panties are much more cute than a thong.'
[Much more!]

'Talk about comfort!'
[Yes please]

'Like they're hardly even there!'
[! ! ! ! ! ! ! !]


After the silk panties girl got out of the elevator, there were three of us left.
Two more floors to go.
No one got out on the floor after hers, or on the last floor.
That wasn't what I had expected when I had surreptitiously hit the button for twenty.
We pressed for our real floors, and rode down in silence.



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