The pair is her niece's. She pointed out to said niece that it was there. Clearly, she'd dropped it after changing into a bathing suit. It's not like she dropped it there whilst in the throes of a romantic
But the niece never picked it up. And so it remains by the garden.
When the niece arrives, I make plenty of snide comments about it. Those snide comments have no effect. The niece is, after all, only 13.
When her mother arrives, I make more snide comments. The mother joins in.
The niece ignores us.
So I place the offending pair of underpants on the Ganesh in my friend's garden. And then I start getting more annoying about them. [I blame the Sangria. Not really. I blame nothing other than that is who I am.]
The niece never does diddly-squat with the underwear, no matter how much I berate and rail and tell my friend to take photos.
For all I know, the garden Ganesh still sports the underwear. I silently thank God -- no f#$kin' Ganesh for me, thanks -- that all three of my kids would be mortified if it were them.