Glove Compartment

I went to a couple of bridal shops last Saturday to try on bridesmaids dresses for Ginger's wedding. Thinking ahead (oohoo, I'm so slick), I put a strapless bra in my purse so I'd be prepared for strapless dresses.

After trying on all these dresses, I realized I was running late to meet my friends at the movies. So I threw on my clothes without changing back into my regular bra and hit the road.

Once I got to the theater, I didn't want to carry my BRA in my purse with me, HELLO. And I didn't want it sitting on the front seat of my car or something crazy like that. So like any normal person would, I stuck it in my glove compartment.

And promptly forgot about it.

A few days later, my grandparents did me a solid and took my car in to get my brakes checked for me.

But then.

Grandpa went looking in my glove compartment for any paperwork I might have about my brakes.

Fast forward to Grandma telling me that they were having a grand old time coming up with possible scenarios for how it got there. They were thoroughly entertained, and she couldn't stop laughing while on the phone with me.

I love my grandparents.