Jami and the Least Favorite Pair of Underwear

I am doing laundry today because if I don't, tomorrow I will have to wear my least favorite pair of underwear. I'm not going to give you any details. It's a style I normally wear, and a decent color. The cut is just slightly different, I think, than other pairs in this style and the material too thick or something. See, the thing is, they aren't uncomfortable enough to throw them out in good conscious, and they're not at all worn out (since I wear them only when I seriously slack off on the laundry). They aren't particularly sexy or unsexy, they just sort of are. And, if it comes down to any other pair I own or them, I will always go for the other pair. Then, if I can, I will do laundry that day. The question that has occurred to me is - why do I keep these underwear? You might say that they serve a purpose: to remind me, if I've been lazy, that it's time to do laundry. But let's be honest, if I didn't have that pair, what would happen if I got down that low? I'd do laundry because instead of having the least favorite pair to wear, I'd have none. Or, I'd do laundry when I realized that I only had one left, least favorite or not. In the grand scheme of things, I don't recall how much they cost, I've had them for several years at least, and I'm sure they weren't that expensive. Even if I pitched them and felt the need to replace the pair, they have some on sale at WalMart for $2, so I wouldn't be breaking the bank. And yet, I keep thinking: but they aren't torn or anything. The elastic hasn't broken. They're still good. I can't donate them - even if Goodwill or somewhere takes used undies, I just can't do that. I couldn't buy them, so I won't give them. I certainly am not going to FreeCycle one pair of uncomfortable (to me) panties. I have a sneaking suspicion that I could find someone on Craigslist to buy them, but uh... no. And then the final thought that occurs to me. No matter how many pairs I have, one pair will always have to be the least favorite. I mean, let's face it - in any set of anything, there is a best and a worst. If I got down to two pairs, I'd still most likely prefer one to the other. That's the way the world is. So I'll throw the next load of clothes in the dryer, and another set in the washer. by the time I go to bed, the drawer will be brimming with warm dry undergarments, and the least favorite underwear will be buried until the next time I slack off this long. Perhaps they will last me for the rest of my life, never wearing out since they are almost never worn. My legacy - the least favorite pair of underwear.