I have long had the unfortunate habit of not always closing drawers when I'm done with them.
It was a traumatic day all those years ago when I awoke to discover that all of my pants were missing from my bottom drawer.
I quickly tore open my other drawers. Nothing missing there. But my pants were all gone. Using 7-year-old logic, there could only be one conclusion. A burglar must have come into my room in the middle of the night. Being in a rush, they would have gone for the most convenient items: those in the open drawer.
Alarmed, I ran to my mother to alert her of the grievous crime.
Unfortunately, my interpretation was all wrong.
Apparently, my older sister had snuggled up to go to sleep when she heard my little sister get out of bed. Corinne had a habit sleep-walking when she got up to use the bathroom. Grudgingly, Monica decided to check on her.
The bathroom light was not on. But the light in my room was. She opened the door to find Corinne squatting over my pants drawer with a very drowsy and confused expression.
"Corinne! Did you just pee in Lauren's drawer?!"
"No. I just can't find the toilet paper," came the sleepy response.
Monica went to go get her some, but by the time she returned Corinne was already back in bed, sound asleep.
I slept through the commotion of my mom emptying my drawer and loading all on my pants into the washing machine.
You would think that having your wardrobe urinated on would eliminate the open-drawer quirk. But I still do it all the time and then walk through my kitchen like, "What the eff are these doing like this?!"
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