Frickin’ Thieves

Several weeks ago, Brian left a load of laundry in the dryer overnight, with the intention of taking it out in the morning.

There are two washers and dryers in the basement. In the three years we’ve lived here, no one has ever touched our laundry other than to set it on the counter if they need the machine.

Well, this particular load of laundry consisted of all underwear. When Brian brought the load upstairs, he told me that someone stole his underwear, but they left mine. Not only that, they stole all of his boxers, but left the two pairs of boxer briefs. WTF?

I’m fairly certain it wasn’t anyone in our building–there are 16 units and I know most of the neighbors. On the other hand, the door to the basement has a deadbolt. It’s possible that Brian didn’t pull it shut all the way when he left. It was late and he was tired, after all.

But still. If you need to steal underwear, do you really have the right to pick and choose? Crazy, I tell you.