Pardon Panties

So...these little bastards were headed to lockdown when their new panties showed up. Jim Thompson's Fretwork panties...straight from Thailand. CAN YOU STAND IT? Well, I can't. I call them Pardon Panties.


My client pops in. The one I nicknamed Ouiji. The one whose iphone ring is sci-fi. You know...Indian Pear girl? She tells me she is clairvoyant and she sees the peacocks with her so I should just give in now. She told me..."Peacocks need to come home to mama". Pressure.



I'm not so quick to ditch these naughty birds. Now that they have new panties. From Jim Thompson. I could play bridge in these chairs...if I knew how. I could smoke Kools in these chairs...if I wanted to. I could definitely wear Lilly Pulitzer in these chairs...if I had any.



...but since I don't aspire to any of those things...I suppose I might loan them to Ouiji 'til my ship comes in and I have room for the birds with new panties.