So a couple years ago I lose a real nice shirt at the laundromat. About two weeks later, I go in and see the attendant WEARING IT....a distinctive (and expensive) orange dress shirt with fancy trim around the collar.
Since she obviously plucked it out of the "lost" bin, I confronted her on it...and she lied and said it was hers. I was really POed and took my laundry business elsewhere.
A couple days ago, I was cleaning out my 16-yr-old's bottomless closet. And I found the orange shirt at what may have been the bottom.
Of course, the woman no longer works at the laundry, so I'll never get to apologize. For the rest of her life she'll think of me as that jerk who accused her of stealing a shirt.////mike jarboe