So I come home from work and my wife says, “The neighbor from the lower floor brought us your underwear. They were blown away by the wind and landed on her balcony.”
What an awkward situation! And then she takes a final shot: “How does the neighbor know that these are your underwear?!” I don’t remember my answer, but since 15 years have now passed and we haven’t divorced yet, I think I gave the right one.
