So, I walk out of the house today around 7:30 PM and lo an behold what do I see just outside the door of our laundry room? One of Becca's socks (used to be my sock, but it has become a spoil of conquest) and a PAIR OF MY UNDERWEAR! Becca has confirmed that she brought in the laundry shortly before I arrived home around 4:30 PM, which mean that for approximately 3 hours my private underclothes were on display no less than 2 feet from the neighboring apartments front door!
I'm still trying to figure out how I missed seeing them on my way in, other than the fact that I was chatting on the phone with my parents when I walked in the front door.
This might however explain the break in the constant stream of annoying residents knocking at our door (Becca is the apartment manager here); perhaps mens underwear acts as a warding talisman to fend of unwanted guests...
For our friends whom we WANT to come visit us, please be aware that we have implemented a risk mitigation procedure to insure that you will never witness such a calamity at our residence ever again.