Rogue underwear

All guys have experienced a pair of rogue underwear a few times in their life. This is when you put on a pair of underwear that immediately decides it was a thong in a past life, and makes a b-line for your ass-crack. Sometimes it's not instant -- it waits just long enough for you to leave the house or arrive at work to start making it's advance to the promise land.

This means you must spend the remainder of the day with one hand in your pants pocket, trying to do the discrete weggie-pick. You know, the one that says to those around you, "no, I'm not picking a weggie -- I'm intently searching for some change."

Even worse is when it happens at the gym. It means running with one hand on the treadmill, and the other practically behind you on constant weggie removal duty. The discrete guy (a rare bread) will try and do the awkward long-stride run in hopes that it will remove the weggie on its on. But it never does for more than a second. The moment your legs start moving back, the underwear affixes itself to your ass-crack like a baby kangaroo burrowing into its mother's pouch.