Saturday, March 25, 2006
You know how people in hostel are always desperate to use the dryers in the laundry and when there's one that's finished its cycle, the whatever clothes are in there are automatically taken out, dumped out on top of the dryer, leaving the little guy vacated for next in line to use.
It happens. I try not to think about the random person that may have manhandled my clothes. I try not to do it, anyway. But it happens.
I just picked up my stack of freshly laundered displaced to the top of the dryer articles of clothing. While sorting them out in my room
I found
CKs.
Not mine.
Male.
I'm like, wtf.
thats not mine what do you want me to do with it and why is it even in my stash of laundry? Its like the reverse of underwear thieving. Or else a really embarrasing mistake. At least he's spared the indignity of having to deal with a strange person's undies.
Its not like i can return them. And its kinda weird to throw them away? And no fucking way am I going to carry them back down to the laundry room.
I feel like throwing them down 3 levels to Brandon's moss.
Sigh.
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