What. The. Fuck?
I come home from catching a hindi movie at a cinema with my mom yesterday at 6:15 or so. Since I've had no sleep at all in the past 18 hours, I try to catch a few mins of sleep before leaving for an engagement party at 7. I wake back up at 6:45, my brain still fuzzed from lack of sleep. Go around looking for my suit stuff. I pick up what I think is my undershirt. I unfold it and I see - a frilly, white, girls tank top. A very small frilly, white, girls tank top. Now at this point I'm so out of it that I just toss it aside, pick up my real undershirt and hurry up and put my suit on.
Its only on the car ride that it occurs to me how weird it is that theres a frilly, white, girls tank top at my place. It can't be mom's - because a) My mom would never look at a tank top like that, nevermind wearing it b) it wouldn't fit her size. I can't fathom how the hell it got there - I think I would remember if there had been a reason for a girl to take of her tank top at my place. At least I hope I'd remember...
Anyway, after finally getting some sleep, and waking up feeling like a normal human being, I decide to take a second look at the tank top. Unfortunately its gone. So this means theres two possibilities. Either a) I'm insane or b) I threw it into my laundry pile by mistake last night, and my mom has taken it for washing...
I'm more comfortable with the first scenario.
Its only on the car ride that it occurs to me how weird it is that theres a frilly, white, girls tank top at my place. It can't be mom's - because a) My mom would never look at a tank top like that, nevermind wearing it b) it wouldn't fit her size. I can't fathom how the hell it got there - I think I would remember if there had been a reason for a girl to take of her tank top at my place. At least I hope I'd remember...
Anyway, after finally getting some sleep, and waking up feeling like a normal human being, I decide to take a second look at the tank top. Unfortunately its gone. So this means theres two possibilities. Either a) I'm insane or b) I threw it into my laundry pile by mistake last night, and my mom has taken it for washing...
I'm more comfortable with the first scenario.