Laundry room honour

One of my bizarre fantasies has always been tied to meeting someone in the laundry room and fall madly in love with them right there on sight..(the rest of that fantasy I'll keep to myself haha). So keeping my hopes alive i decide to carry a book(intellectual enough, nothing too preppy) to read as i wait for my laudry to wash and dry. Away to the laundry room I am..

So 10 minutes into the tumbling and drying walks in this jungu chic who can easily fit into this fantasy..but u know me ..play it cool, brush the dirt off my shoulder..haha so she falls right in the nonchalant charm and initiates vibe and before u know it are chatting away. Now she's moving her stuff from the washer to the dryer as we chat, but not paying very much atention to what she's doing...

So just as she's done with her final load, she drops something..as fate would have it, it was one of her thongs..one of those old abuuused undergarments that all of us undoubtedly have atleast one of. Nothing to be proud of..hehe..lakini this one ai hapana. I didnt have the heart to tell her. Either that or she walked out of the laundry room too fast. I'm thinking she'll be sooo embarassed, and me running to tell her that she dropped one her really really old thongs just seems over the top.

So i decide wacha i let her save face..this way my hopes of a laundry room fantasy stay alive haha..but thing is she'll be back soon as her stuff dries, and it'll appear akward that i didnt notice a ngotha staring me in the face and i was in the room the entire time!!!..shoot so i decide i'll give it like 2 minutes till the room is guaranteed empty then i'll throw it in the dryer for her like nothing happened. The thought alone of anyone (not to mention her!) walking into the room to find me holding a thong is enough to break a cold sweat. I ended up chucking it in the dryer for her in lightning speed.

So i took the higher road, lets just hope karma will smile upon me in my next laundry session.