the return of the towel

since moving into a new place w/ roomates (2 guys, and 1 chick),there's been a couple of things that kinda threw me off. for one,the weird 40-somethin woman that lives in the basement...let's call her "weird basement lady" why is she weird? well, she's always startled. i come into the kitchen and say "hi" and she kinda jumps (and yes, im aware im not the best looking person in the morning but this is usually in the evening). so then, i started the pre-warning hello's- like, as soon as i walked in the house, i would shout "hey!" and then proceed to the kitchen (we usually meet in the kitchen") w/ a 2nd "hello"...but she would still jump. so now when we do see each other, in the kitchen, i avoid eye contact ,smile, and say "smells good!" (she does throw down).

and now the towel. there has been this really old lookin towel w/ a funny kinda stench. even my mom had strong objections towards it "titi [ my nick] what are you going to do w/ that towel? you can't live w/ that towel. its not healthy!". and yes, my mom is known for bein a tad bit dramatic but she was right. i couldn't live w / that towel! so titi decided to put the towel in a plastic bad and throw it away. but before i did that, i wanted to clear with roomate who lives across the hall if it belonged to him (let's call him "across the hall roomie".) his response "God, no! Its been smelling before you got here". So with the process of towelimination (cute, i know) we discovered it belonged to the guy downstairs (let's call him "funky towel roomie"). so i told him my plan to get rid of the towel . he was cool with it and assisted w/ an alibi. "across the hall roomie" was going to pretend he knew nothing of it and I was going to pretend I didn't know it belonged to him. so for the past 3 days, no word of towel and our bathroom smelled divine (w/ the help of glade's "fresh linen" candle ). but then , today. as I prepared for my evening shower.... [ cues shriek and "weird basement lady's" startled jump]

THE TOWEL RETURNED.

I immediately knocked on "across the hall roomie's" door , gasping "the towel...back...back....towel..." he frowned and checked it out for himself . damn. we looked at each other. " what trash bin did you use...the one in the kitchen or the one outside?" , he asks. "the one in the kitchen-- I didnt even know about the one outside", i respond.
we sigh.

well, atleast he cleaned it.