Something kinda funny - if not a little perv (?) - happened to me last week. Seriously, I was somewhere in between laying on the floor laughing hysterically, and being creeped out and wanting to cry.
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A little background info: My apartment doesn't have a dryer hookup, so I only have my washer in there and use the dryer in our laundry room.
I was doing laundry, brought everything to the laundry room, put it in the dryer, walked back home, ate dinner, went back....
AND ALL OF MY PANTIES WERE GONE!!!
Someone opened the dryer I was using, and took out every. single. one. of. my. panties. Gone. Forever.
Now here's the deal. It was clearly theft. But: Do you call the police telling them what happened? Describing every panty that's missing? Another IMPORTANT fact: Do you call the police telling them what happened >>> if your BFF and another male friend are working THIS shift :oD having to talk to them about your panties?
Ummmmmmm - nope. (I texted him telling him what happened later that night though. And I might share this post on my personal Facebook so everyone gets a good laugh.)
Long story short: No 4 patrol cars nor K9s came to track down my panties because I was too embarrassed to call, but I ended up washing the whole load of (the remaining) clothes again - I mean heck, do I know whose dirty fingers have been through my stuff? - and put them on the hanger on my balcony to dry.
Happy Tuesday :)
Oh and if there are any panty companies out there willing to sponsor me
(I'm looking at YOU Victoria's Secret), hit me up and hook me up. Thanks.
