So, the laundry lost and found operates like this: a table set out with random articles of clothing people have either left in the washers or forgotten or… yeah. You get the picture. My confession is that I’ve stolen things, taken things I’ve known were not mine because I don’t actually have the money to purchase them myself. Like… leggings. A pair of yoga pants. Once it was a thong. I tell people I bought them, but the truth is, I figure is someone’s left it in the lost and found for that long, they don’t either notice or care.