The Crotchless Conundrum at Smythe's Emporium
A neurotic man's attempt to return ill-fitting crotchless panties spirals into absurdist eroticism and existential chaos.The gates to Smythe's Emporium creaked open at nine sharp, and though Thursdays were typically sluggish, a promotion on glow-in-the-dark sardines swiftly packed the cellar. An aura of impending doom loomed over the lingerie section like a damp duvet as Horatio Finklestein handed his parcel to Delilah Higginbottom and muttered, "I'd like to exchange these crotchless panties. They're too roomy." "Have you got a receipt?" De...
