So I'm doing my laundry. I'm putting quarters in the dryer and trying to keep track. "Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes..."
And then I hear, "Excuse me, miss? Miss?"
I turn around and see some dude holding up a pair of biker shorts. "Are these yours?"
Are they mine? Seriously? Do I look like I'd try to squeeze my ass into a pair of biker shorts, mother f*cker? You made me lose count.
Now I have no idea when my dryer will be done. Dick.
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