Laundry Day

I am not a person who is easily embarassed. In fact, I can count the number of times I've been really embarassed on one hand. I have just been forced to add another incident... I was outside talking to the neighbor and his 14 year-old son. Their dog comes over and plays with mine a lot, Kevin maintains my yard, and the dad is really nice and has fixed more stuff in the one year I've been here than Joe fixed in almost six years together! I've been having problems with the ac in my car, so Neighbor told me he'd take a look at it. I went inside to get my keys, followed by my dog. Now, our usual routine when going somewhere is that I pick up my keys, and he grabs one of his stuffed animals and we go to the car. He loves car rides, and becomes really hyper at the prospect. So, I pick up my keys to take out to Neighbor, and Baxter apparently assumes we're going for a drive. However, instead of picking up a stuffed animal, he sticks his head into the basket of clean (thank God) laundry, and runs out the door. I didn't really pay attention until I got outside to see Neighbor bent double laughing, and Kevin looking as embarassed as I've seen him. It seems that instead of picking up Mickey Mouse, or any one of his million other toys, Baxter has chosen to pick up a lovely red lace thong and bring it outside, where he and the neighbor dog can play tug-o-war with said panty. At first I was just pissed off: that is part of a set that cost me a pretty penny (some women buy shoes...). After the laughter began to penetrate my brain, I realized what was happening and the embarassment factor went way up. It took about five minutes to finally wrest the undies from the dogs; by now they were torn and slobbery. I couldn't look Neighbor or Kevin in the eye as I carried the ruined underwear inside. I spent about ten minutes composing myself before I went back out. Kevin was gone. His dad politely told me that the ac problem was no big deal and should be working ok now. I asked him if I owed him any money, to which he replied, "Save your money, you'll be needing some new bloomers", winked and walked away. Is it really possible to die of embarassment?