A while back, in the first year of my marriage, I was helping my wife, who worked in a laundromat that also provided wash and fold services, which anyone can drop off their dirty laundries and we'd do the wash for a fee, which depend upon how much the weight of the drop-off laundry, the heavier, the more we charged. During the first week I was there, most of regular customers who dropping off the laundry were older single men.
One of the regulars was a local cop, he was good looking, single, around mid-late 30s, all American type. I know he was a cop because he came in after his shift, with his uniform on and handed us his dirty laundries in a basket. After he left, I was sorting out his laundries, which consisted of a week worth of mostly underwear: all white T-shirts and various patterns boxers. I knew then he was into wearing boxers. I wanted to sniff those boxers really really bad, but my wife was there at the counter. I was waiting for her to go somewhere else so I can enjoy the sniffing pleasure. It didn't happen. My wife ended up took the basket and headed straight to the washer.
The cop came back the next day and we handed him his stuff. I was hoping next time he come back, I'd try to sneak one of his dirty boxers to the restroom with me, but I got a job offer and didn't return after the first week there.
