I considered the number of layers I would have to remove in order to turn them around.
They didn’t feel too weird.
Worst case scenario: I would walk a little goofier than normal.
The grief-factor was simply too high. It would take a good 20 minutes to struggle my way out of all those layers of clothing and put them back on again in order to turn the panties around.
You’ve all heard the phrase choose your battles wisely. Today, I determined it wasn’t worth the hassle.
Tomorrow I will pay better attention to the tags in my underdrawers. There are an amazing number of ways to put panties on. Backwards. Inside out. Inside out and backwards. Correctly. The odds are not in my favor.