THe FReCKLeD FINGeR

Had one of life's little romantic comedy moments today.

I took my dirty clothes down to the dungeon to do some laundry and the exact time I walked in, another tenant from my building practically bumps into me.  Guy meets girl.

Being the chivalrous son of a bitch that I am, I decided to let her go ahead and do her laundry first.  Guy woos girl.

I figured I'd leave my laundry basket down there to promote that I am the next one in line to use the machine.  Girl recognize guy trusts her.

We exchange flirtatious pleasantries and I leave to go back up to my apartment with my dirty laundry on a side table next to the washer machine.  Guy and girl separate.

I waited roughly forty minutes to head back downstairs so I could load my own laundry.  I excitedly arrived in the laundry room, looked down at my clothes and saw on the very top was a pair of disgusting skid marked briefs.  Must have been the pair I wore to the St. Patty's Day Parade last Saturday, which then I accurately recounted: all day alcohol binge and end of the night Taco Bell eating contest.   There's absolutely no way she could have not seen this.  Guy never sees girl again.  Guy buys pornography... again.