Laundry.

This morning I finished the laundry that I started last night. In order for this to make sense, I need to give some background on the setup of this lovely residence of mine and its community "laundry room". I live in the apartment above not only the two-car garage (occupied by two separate residents), but above a small storage-looking space that has been converted into a 1980's laundry room. (The back wall appears to be a wall but actually opens up like a horror movie so that if anyone needs to walk around under my house, they are free to do so... something I learned post-lease-signing.) So last night I started my laundry and finished everything with the exception of emptying the last load of whites from the dryer.


Here is a side note: I would have walked downstairs last night to empty the dryer; however, the "laundry room" is located very close to the side of my house that was recently reconverted into an outhouse when an unseen stranger went to the restroom (no. 2) all down the side of it and left his tighty, not-so-whities on the ground next to the three trash cans I empty on a weekly basis. At the time my neighbor, Carly, told me I should be thankful of her hosing down the side of the house, yet she left these soiled drawers on the ground for me to dispose of and followed it up with, "I'm sure you don't know anyone who would do that to you... do you??" No. Pardon my french, but I have no friends who would find it comical to shit down the side of my house and leave their disgusting underwear for me to clean up.


So anyway, this morning I'm walking downstairs, laundry basket in tow, at the exact time that Carly is getting in her car - with fly of jorts unzipped. She stops and says, "Oh I folded your white jeans for you! I love doing that stuff!" 


"Awww!!" I initially think to myself at how nice that is of her to go out of her way and do that for me. And I'll admit I even had a slight tinge of doubt about the conclusions I've come to regarding her sanity. So I go to the laundry area and my jeans are folded on a counter; the rest of my whites are still in the dryer; and nothing is in the washing machine... leading me to the question at hand: why is this woman going through my items in the dryer and randomly selecting what she wants to fold when she clearly has no items to put in there to begin with? This gesture just went from kind to creepy.


Paranoid or pre-cautious?