The other day, as I was walking back from getting my daily lunchtime salad, I spotted a rolled up pair of lacy purple panties in the middle of 7th Avenue the other day. Spotting them forced me to think about little to nothing else all freaking day. At one point did the woman wearing those panties decide that she just didn't want to wear said panties any more? Were they riding up her butt and she just couldn't take it anymore? Did she decide she just need a little air up there? The possibilities are seemingly endless, don't you agree?