A few nights ago, Bear had to work late, so I was tending to the homestead all by myself. Before I went to bed, I opened the door to check the lock.
Imagine my surprise upon finding a bra (not my own) hanging from our outside knob! I was a little embarassed, because you know, someone had to have put it there, thinking it was my lost bra. How long had it been hanging there? Who had walked past over the course of the evening and accidentally thought of my boobs in relation to that mystery bra? Then again, it was in much better shape - and smaller - than most of my own boulder-holders, so it wasn't as embarassing as if it had been the real thing.
I was also highly amused. It was like a frat-house symbol: if there's a bra on the door, don't disturb your roommate and his guest... Or maybe some secret admirer of Bear's (or mine) bestowing gifts... I never actually went to any of those parties (or left my bra to an admirer, thank you very much), so it was interesting to know our apartment is cultivating a reputation for itself.
Posted by rightmoon at July 4, 2005 12:08 PM