A few days before New Year's eve I got some furniture delivered to my flat. I was in a big house-cleaning frenzy that day, eager to clear things before the year was over, it's all good karma you see. I did not get far in my cleaning but I did get a mountain of washing done, especially all my fragile underwear that needs to be handwashed. I laid it all in neat rows in my bathroom; it was a bit of boudoir atmosphere, with stockings here, bras straps there, panties everywhere.
I went about my business and forgot all about it. Then the door bell rang and the furniture delivery guys arrived. The first thing their boss said was:
- Can I please go to bathroom?
I said : "Sure". He ran there faster than I could say "Hey please wait a min.....".
The door slammed, too late.
So this guys must have had the bathroom experience of a lifetime in my bathroom!
Oh well at least I am glad someone got to see it all ;-)