Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:15 PM EST

I have a friend, Chicken, whose laundry was stolen, and she griped about it FOR YEARS! She wrote very nasty letters to the apartment building, claiming they made no real effort to find the culprit-- it seemed loony at the time, but not as much as now. How do you find the evil laundry stealer? Do you get the police involved? At first, the laundry included just her unmentionables, so we bought underwear and bras everytime we went near a shopping mall. Now, several years later, the stolen laundry has become the black hole where all the things she cant find go to die. A favorite hoodie. her new years dress from the new years following the laundry usurption incident... its really quite ridiculous.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:29 PM EST

That sounds very unfortunate. I have never lost anything in the public laundry, but I have had my stuff removed from the dryer before it's time. I am just grateful that now I have my own washer and dryer. At least for the time being.

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 2:19 PM EST

Well, I feel very very sad for this man who felt his laundry was superior to yours. You might leave a note suggesting counseling. I too have had a very strange encounter with laundry wierdos. Once, my next door neighbor put all her dark laundry in the washer. When she came back to move it to the dryer, she discovered all of her black undies were missing. Not the red or the blue, just the black. I would like to know what would someone possibly want with black underwear and what kept them from being an equal opportunity underwaear thief? I guess we'll never know. My guess though is that there is some sicko guy out there prancing around in my neighbors black undies probably listening to John Mayer or something.

My second laundry story revolves around this guy who does my laundry on a regular basis. He is probably 30 years old and he spends his days doing others landry for the prety price of 50 cents per pound. One day I went to pick up my laundry and he came up to me holding a thong. I thought it kind of strange that he was man-handling my underwear but he simply wanted to know how something so tiny had any purpose. Ladies, please explain to your fathers, brothers and lovers the response to that question. It might save an unsuspecting laundry customer from creepy questions by the old slow guys who wash and fold for a living.