SassyBlonde

People, I am DONE with the laundromat. Not only do I have to endure being hit on and cat-called, but apparently it's a gathering point for sickos as well. Why you wonder, do I say that? Because... (drum roll please)...

Today while I was there SOMEONE STOLE MY UNDERWEAR. I shit you not.

I had put all of my articles in the washers and went to go get change, leaving my delicates bag full of frilly unmentionables on top of one of them, and when I came back it was simply gone. Thinking I had lost my mind, I checked on, in, around, under, and behind the row as well as at the lost and found and in the washer in question (kind of like when I lost my keys), but it was simply gone. I was gone for, at most, three minutes. I thought, well, maybe I just stuck them in one of the other machines with something else, and I'll find them when I fold. Nope. Gone.

Seriously? My *&%!@# underwear? It's more amusing than anything, except that now I have to buy new bras, but seriously. That's just nasty.