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I live in a building where the laundry room is in the basement, two washers, two dryers, and someone is ALWAYS using them. My hot downstairs neighbor was putting her clothes in the wash just as I was putting mine in the dryer, and we made small talk for a minute.

All the neighbors are in the habit of taking each others dry clothes out and folding them if you havent picked them up before they need the dryer. I forgot about my clothes and went to work, and when I got back from work, I remembered my laundry. There they were, all folded and stacked on top of the dryer, with a used condom neatly perched on the top of the stack. It must have been stuck to my clothes from a session with my girlfriend. My neighbor thoughtfully stacked it on top of my laundry for all to see. Worse yet, the dryer had shrunk it to comically laughable proportions. I cant imagine what she thinks. I havent been able to look her straight in the eye since.
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