Back to Front

Some of the boxer-briefs I have in regular rotation have no tags. They had their brand and size printed on the inside of the butt, straight on the cotton with whatever that fabric-printing transfer stuff is that rubs off clothes quickly (particularly when you sit on that part of the clothes a lot). Now it's gone.

I have come to terms with the fact that when I put underpants on I will sometimes have to put mental effort into determining which side is front and which side is back. I work that out by comparing the shape of the stitching, trying to recognise either "crotch" or "seat". Rather than be annoyed by this I've convinced myself that this forced processing is a beneficial cognitive exercise for my mind. I have to rotate polygons in my head to determine the shape, it's like brain training. Not quite a Sudoku, but enough to hopefully keep my mind that little bit sharper as it ploughs on towards thirty and beyond. Maybe it won't help with problem solving and memory so much, but as I age I should get really good at putting my underpants on the right way around.
Anyway, this morning I put my underpants on backwards.