Tomfoolery in the laundry room
About an hour later I went to put my clothes in the dryer. When I opened the washer with all the bras, it was completely empty. That seemed odd because I remembered putting them in there. I searched all the other washers thinking I was just having a blond moment (which frequently happens) and had put them somewhere else. But they had totally disappeared. Completely confused, it took me a few minutes to realize that someone had seriously stolen my lingerie. Once that sunk in, I realized how freaked out and disturbed I felt. I mean, come on, who steals bras and nothing else? At that moment, a million thoughts raced through my head. Had someone watched me fill the washer and waited for me to leave? Was it a woman or a man who took them? If it was a woman, she was probably just some crazy kleptomaniac with good taste in undergarments. (I’m talking high quality bras from Victoria’s Secret after all!) If it was a man, then, ew. I don’t even want to imagine what a man was doing with my bras. But the more I tried not to imagine it, the more I did.
I racked my brain trying to remember if I had seen anyone after filling the washers. The only person I could think of was the middle-aged male bug exterminator that was spraying the grounds near the laundry room. Did he take them? Was he a bug exterminator by day and a cross-dressing transvestite by night? It didn’t seem logical, but then again, neither did my bizarre situation. I decided against putting up a sign in the laundry room, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I just wanted to block out the thought of some creeper in my underwear as soon as possible.
The feeling of creepiness has since subsided and now I’m just pissed. Those were some of my favorite bras and I really don’t want to spend the money to replace them. I’m thinking I’ll make due with what I have and wait until Christmas rolls around, where they’ll be on the top of my wish-list. (Hear that Santa?) I suppose who ever took them needed them more than I did, and I hope, tranny or not, that they’re in a good home. Good bye my lacy friends. You served the girls well and you will be missed.