i had a wacky dream last night and ritchie has excellently illustrated it:
this time, i am the one missing a pair of pants... my favourite jeans, to be more specific. dammit.
my apartment building has "free laundry". this consists of 2 washers and 1 dryer (the other one is broken and will never be fixed). every suite gets an allotted laundry slot (mine is currently saturday afternoons 3-6:30) and sunday is a free-for-all day which can get kind of crazy what with everyone trying to get their wet clothes into the dryer first.
i usually leave mine to dry on the drying lines and get them the next day or so. sometimes i totally forget and leave clothes there for weeks on end. well, maybe not weeks... just one week.
so anyways, back to my missing pants. last sunday, i went down to retrieve a pair of jeans i had accidentally left hanging for a whole week, but they weren't there. ok, since i trust most people not to steal clothes, i figured someone had accidentally picked them up or something. so i put up a polite sign about my missing jeans and that i would really like them back.
5 days later, no sign of my jeans.
the more i think about it, the less it seems likely that someone "accidentally" picked them up. when i went down to the laundry room, i noticed the spot on the drying line where i left my jeans last was empty. but right next to it, there were semi-wet articles of clothing. so it's probable that the thief stole my jeans on sunday afternoon, just before i started my laundry in the evening.
then monday night, i dreamt that i had set up a security camera at the front entrance and was watching to see if anyone was wearing my jeans. but that didn't seem to work so i started knocking on everyone's door to pinpoint likely suspects (girls who are my size) in hopes of catching the culprit wearing my beloved pants.
i might have to resort to plan c: leave another pair of jeans on the drying line as bait and stake out the laundry room.
prince fancy pants is no more. he expired on march 10, the day after i did a little landscaping in the tank. i was a little distraught when i found him bloated and dead at the bottom, so there isn't an "after" photo. but here are the last photos of him alive and hiding in the back that morning: