A few moments ago I was downstairs in the basement doing the laundry.
In the winter, our basement is warm and dry, so we hang our clothes on clotheslines to dry. In the summer we hang them outside and on bad weather or damp basement days (usually in the spring and fall) we use the electric dryer. The Folks have lived with us (in their own apartment) for a few years now and we share all the washing/drying facilities.
As I was busy hanging our multitudinous socks and undies up to dry, I suddenly had a shocking thought: I have never, not even once seen Gram's or Gramp's underwear on either of the clotheslines. Nor have I seen them in their laundry basket.
That's all, end of report.
(Glad I could edify and enlighten you all yet again.)