"Why do you never fold underwear?" I yell. I am staring at a pile of unfolded ladies' panties in various colours and materials - bunched up on the top of the laundry pile - a secondary, equally-crumpled pile, is on the floor.
"They can't be folded!!" David yells back from the kitchen.
He arrives at the door and rolls his eyes.
"Weclome to Ladies' Panty Folding 101..."
"Yes," David says. "But if I do that and try to stack them when they are folded they become this precarious tower of panties that just falls over. If I just lay them flat one on top of the other, then there is no precarious tower and you can stack other clothes on top of them. Like THIS!!!" He shows off his stack of flat panties.
"Yes, but when you put the panties into a drawer like that, you can't see what pair is underneath the top one."
"You are assuming that I need to see what's underneath the top one. Underwear are like Kleenexes - you just pull from the top."
"Boys just pull from the top. Girls decide depending on what we're wearing that day and whether or not we need a thong."
At the mention of a thong - David winces a bit. "You can't fold thongs!!!"
"It's not really about the folding is it?"
"You don't like folding them because now you can't tell the difference between my underwear and Rissa's and it freaks you out."
"Do you fold them with your eyes closed now?"
"That explains a lot then."