Mix-up

I opened my suitcase to put on s shirt for the meeting, the disaster struck me. In the stress this morning did I grab my wife’s suitcase. She was also off on a business trip, on a conference in Slovenia. Instead of going to the beach, I had to take stock of the damage. She had some dresses, a couple of skirts, some blouses where one or two could be used by me as light summer shirts. A sweater from her university, also wearable by me. Shorts, where one was demi type and not super short, I tried it on and it looked OK. Various undergarments, socks, stockings and shoes, and of course toiletries. The panties did not seem to bad, later I found that most of them were hipsters, and a couple of string once. I always carry a spare shirt in my computer bag, you never know when you spill coffee or coke. All in all would I be able to scrape by if I used the laundry service, except no boxers. The bikini was not quite my style.

I put on the spare shirt, luckily my jeans looked OK, I had planned to wear a suit… The meeting rolled out OK, and we got some traction towards making a deal. We wrapped up quite early for the day, and I got back to the hotel where I put on the demi shorts and the least feminine blouse (white with short sleeves), left the hotel in search of stores to buy some cloths. A hot walk later I had managed to get two shirts. My lack of French language did not help me either. I stopped at a bar, got a beer, rang my wife. She had just discovered the mix-up before she left the house and repacked in matters of seconds.