The other night I was looking for my black bra because I was putting on my favorite black sweater (love the lovely autumn weather), and I couldn't find it in my dresser. I knew it was probably in one of the three baskets of clean laundry in the living room, waiting to be folded.
It was nighttime, the curtains were open in the window that overlooks the street. I know it's quite easy to see in when it's dark outside and the lights are on, but I thought, you know, this will only take a second. I barely rummaged through part of one basket, just a few seconds of looking, when I heard someone call out- clear as a bell- "WOO! Ta-tas!" from the street outside. I dove behind the wall- MOR.TI.FIED.- and made Joel find the bra while he laughed uncontrollably.