Laundry Pranked

22 Feb 2012 1 Comment

by nataliaria in Clothes, College, Friends, Humour

It was 4pm on Monday afternoon, and I was on my way to work. Two of my floor-mates, women who I live with, eat with, watch movies with, talk with, were in my room. One lying on my bed, the other on The Roommate’s bed. The friend curled cozily on my bed happened to be perched on two week’s worth of freshly washed laundry.

We had been conversing rather animatedly as I prepared to leave for work, and as I shrugged my coat on and reached for my purse, the girl currently occupying The Roommate’s bed exclaimed, “Don’t go to work! Stay with us!”

We chuckled at her insistence, and I continued buttoning up my coat.

“But, I’ll miss you!” She exclaimed, smiling broadly and mischievously. I grinned back at her, “I’ll be back soon enough.” I said, then waved goodbye to the dear women and stepped out into the hallway.

“I already miss you!” She yelled again, and I could hear her companion giggling softly. “Then fold my laundry! It’ll be like I’m right there with you!” I yelled back as I stepped quickly down the hall towards the elevator.

Four hours later, I was done with work and back on the train, this time heading south towards the city. Towards school. Towards my room. As the train rolled out of the Red Line station, I pulled up Facebook on my phone and was mildly surprised and highly amused to see that the two little mischief makers that I had left lying in my room had taken the liberty of posting a couple harmless and hilarious posts under my name.

Haha.

“YOU ARE SO BUSTED!” I told the pair via the interwebs, still giggling as the train neared school. We exchanged texts and tweets back and forth for the next forty minutes, until I arrived back on campus. The two women were hinting at something, and couldn’t quite figure out what. They were amused and proud of themselves, and I didn’t know why. I practically skipped across the plaza, and hurried my way up to my room. I was excited for dinner. For being inside where it’s warm. For Monday night.

My general feeling of excitement turned to hilarity when I pushed open my door and stepped into my room. There, at the foot of my bed, lay a pile of neatly folded clothing. And strung in a beautiful chain across the ceiling were… five pairs of unmentionables.

Two more pairs hung neatly on the wall, lined up amidst my family pictures.

On my bed, my teddy bears each sported a pair, and my tiny little stuffed animals had each been neatly tucked into a sock.

On the back wall, more brightly colored unmentionables were affixed to the wall in the shape of a huge smiley face.

Pairs hung from the curtains. My hat hooks. The light fixture. One pair had been taped smack dab in the middle of the window.

I laughed quite a bit. I was impressed with the girls’ ingenuity and quick-thinking, as well as the tongue-in-cheek humor of folding the rest of the clothes, as I had (jokingly) demanded of them. They were smart, funny, and entertaining, and they were as proud of their prank as I was entertained by it.

There’s still panties all over my room. Hanging, taped, stuck. I think I’ll keep them there a while, too. Reminds me how much I enjoy living where I do, with the people that I do. Doing the crazy, silly, difficult, sad, fun things that we do. And loving it all.

~ Natalia