Hold On To Your Panties...
Literally.
We finally proved that our landlord/neighbor is a pervert. But let me start from the beginning...
Jennie and I got a call from some friends last night because they spotted our landlord at a bar. Drunk. Talking very loudly. Pitching cigarette butts into a trash can for amusement.
Jennie and I seriously debated going up there to check it out for ourselves, but didn't want to be spotted and have to talk to him. So we stayed put. About 10 minutes later, they call back to say that he just hit on them (gross)...and getting nowhere, decided to leave.
We figured he was on his way home...and had a bright idea. We'd test him! So we got a pair of panties, and dropped them in our mutual hallway--like they'd been dropped out of a laundry basket on the way up from the basement. We inched the shade up on our door and waited. We sat there for about 10 minutes watching the hallway until we heard his key in the outside door lock. He fumbled with it for awhile...finally got it open...and then proceeded to work on his door's lock. But he paused, looked down at the ground...and picked up the panties. And examined them. We couldn't see much of what was going on because his back was to us...but he finally went inside his place.
Lo and behold, the panties were gone. HE TOOK THE PANTIES INTO HIS HOUSE. We freaked out for about 10 minutes--alternating between hysterical laughter and retching sounds.
We were admittedly a little shocked. We just wanted to see how he'd react to the panties...we didn't think he'd actually TAKE them.
So what do you do? Do you just pretend to not know that your landlord has a pair of your panties? And hope to God he's not using them for anything? Or do you knock on his door, tell him he failed the test and ask for your panties back?
I'm stumped.
And a little freaked out.
We finally proved that our landlord/neighbor is a pervert. But let me start from the beginning...
Jennie and I got a call from some friends last night because they spotted our landlord at a bar. Drunk. Talking very loudly. Pitching cigarette butts into a trash can for amusement.
Jennie and I seriously debated going up there to check it out for ourselves, but didn't want to be spotted and have to talk to him. So we stayed put. About 10 minutes later, they call back to say that he just hit on them (gross)...and getting nowhere, decided to leave.
We figured he was on his way home...and had a bright idea. We'd test him! So we got a pair of panties, and dropped them in our mutual hallway--like they'd been dropped out of a laundry basket on the way up from the basement. We inched the shade up on our door and waited. We sat there for about 10 minutes watching the hallway until we heard his key in the outside door lock. He fumbled with it for awhile...finally got it open...and then proceeded to work on his door's lock. But he paused, looked down at the ground...and picked up the panties. And examined them. We couldn't see much of what was going on because his back was to us...but he finally went inside his place.
Lo and behold, the panties were gone. HE TOOK THE PANTIES INTO HIS HOUSE. We freaked out for about 10 minutes--alternating between hysterical laughter and retching sounds.
We were admittedly a little shocked. We just wanted to see how he'd react to the panties...we didn't think he'd actually TAKE them.
So what do you do? Do you just pretend to not know that your landlord has a pair of your panties? And hope to God he's not using them for anything? Or do you knock on his door, tell him he failed the test and ask for your panties back?
I'm stumped.
And a little freaked out.
posted by Rachel at 2:18 PM
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