BRAS ARE NOT THINGS TO BORROW !!!

OK, I live in Hell. I will give the preliminary details of the story tomorrow, but in short.. this is what happened to me.

I was doing my laundry in the basement of the sketchy townhouse where I'm renting a room. I pulled my bras out of the washing machine and hung them up to air dry on the clothes line. I went upstairs to read for a while. I came back down to collect my laundry and I find my shady landlord in the basement. One of my bras is on the floor. Another one, she is TRYING ON. She is TRYING IT ON. MY BRA. I freak out. I ask her "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" and then she notices me.

Without even acting guilty, she starts taking off the bra (ugh, which I had to see... GROSS) and tells me "Oh I thought these were mine. I was trying them on to make sure." WTF???? How do you not recognize your own bras and why would you want to try on someone else's? I took everything I hung up to dry and ran to the laundromat where everything got rewashed. I am never doing laundry in the town house again. I also had to lock up all my panties and bras in a suitcase. It's a sad day when you have to lock up your undergarments. I think this lady is screwed up in the head.

Just three more weeks and counting. I'm moving into a hotel as soon as I can.