My across-the-hall neighbor brought my laundry up from the basement to my
third floor apartment!
She said that the downstairs guys were playing pool in the basement, and
she didn't want my clothes to get smoky.
Yayyyyyy!
By A is for Avery
on Friday, December 11, 1998 - 02:21 pm:
Hmm, that's interesting, If I ever caught anyone touching my clothes at the
laundromat, I would just flip out.
Think about it, Nita... now your neighbor knows what kind of panties you
wear and if you're one of those cotton bra wearers or if you go for something
more lacy.
So really, is your neighbor a saint or a perv?
By Nita
unclothed on Friday, December 11, 1998 - 02:51
pm:
Well, Avery, she's kind of cute. A cute saint.
Most people in my apartment building have seen me in a tee shirt and boxers
with the dog at three in the morning muttering "hurry up and pee, damnit"
Oh, shit, now you know about my exciting nighttime lingerie.
By Exhibitionist
Avery on Friday, December 11, 1998 - 07:56 pm:
Don't feel awkward about that. I normally answer the door for delivery people
wearing just my boxers and tee shirt as well.
Unfortunately, I own two types of boxers, some with button-fly and some with
an open fly.
When the door buzzes, I have to run and hit the security door release button
and grab the credit card and then get out to the hall to meet said delivery
person.
That's when I usually notice if it's an open fly or button fly. The next
few seconds as the delivery guy comes up the stairs is spent moving the fly
of the shorts so I don't... well... pop out while signing the receipt.
On second thought, that's probably more then you ever wanted to know.