Somebody touched my underpants...

Unfortunately, it wasn't the cute guy who lives next-door. It was one of the other neighbors. I ran laundry, and of course forgot about it. Four washers, four dryers, and 30 units in the building, there's always somebody doing laundry. If you forget to take your stuff out, someone will do it for you. I've done it, it sucks and I hate doing it, but sometimes, you just gotta get your stuff in the dryer, and to hell with other people's laundry. I did leave my basket next to the dryer, and all my stuff was piled neatly into it, which is better than when they sometimes dump it all on the floor.

But still, somebody touched my underpants. Not even my pretty underpants, but my ugly, boring, everyday underpants.
That's apartment living for ya...
Ew...