it's like a scene from a bad movie, some people are at the door awaiting payment. i search through my bag pulling out items, pens, books, a spare mask, a scarf, a scrap of paper, another pen and wait... whats this, some lacy thing which as i open turns out to be a pair of womens black panties.  i stuff it back in and grasp my wallet. this is a new bag, a few weeks old.
later i ponder these undies, whose are they and how did they get in my bag, did anyone notice, and do i care. i have no idea where they came from. 

my life's like that.