skeletons are not the only things you find in people's closets

My last post was focused mainly on the "moving out" part. With this in mind, I feel that I should share a certain "moving in" experience I had last Saturday. This is a true-to-life experience. I kid you not.

I was at my new place, cleaning the closet. Then, I noticed shoe boxes stacked on top of each other on the top drawer. Now, I was told that the person who rented this place before me is a SHE. So I said to myself, "Shoes. Typical female fetish". So let me ask you this question: what would a curious indivual do with five stacks of shoe boxes? Add the fact that the said owner is a SHE. Ding! Ding! Ding! That's right! Open them, you curious individual, you.

So I started openning them one by one. The first one was empty. Then I opened another one, still nothing. Now comes the third shoe box. At this time, I just felt that three is a special number and this third shoe box must be special - a triangle has three sides, the holy trinity, the three kings, the sthree stooges, etc... - and indeed it is. When I opened the damn thing, lo and behold... a tiny-red-laced-underwear! The funny thing about finding something in the most unexpected places is that you sort of not belive it at first. I mean, who the hell in butt-hole Philippines would leave her underwear inside a freaking shoe box? Normal people would place shoes(duh!), photographs, postcards or old letters on shoe boxes. But tiny-red-laced-underwear? It's either you wear it or you keep your "precious" away from middle-earth.

So I closed the shoe box and after a few seconds, even if I was still weirded-out by the whole exprience, I opened it again just to check if my mind was just playing tricks on me. But, to my dismay, it was still there in all its glory - staring right back at me. At least it didn't jump out of the box and clobbered all over my face because that would just be the worst thing that could happen at that moment.

So little ones, the moral of this story is... People have skeletons in their closets. We all know that. But sometimes, they also keep tiny-red-laced-underwear lying around in a shoe box to scare the hell out of curious individuals like myself.


mentalnoise said...

do you think it belongs to a cute-assed-morena chick? :P

bleepster said...

it's hard to say... i'm not a forensic expert.

Amanda said...

At least it didn't jump out of the box and clobbered all over my face because that would just be the worst thing that could happen at that moment.

Lol, god forbid that it would. No one wants women's lacy underwear attacking them. =P

Interesting entry. =)

4trackmind said...

Even more interesting if you found out that the "SHE" who used to live there was a "HE", and... I don't even want to say it.

I sure as hell hope you didn't sniff on them!

bleepster said...

sniff? i can't look at it for more than five seconds.

bleepster said...

"i can't even look at it for more than five seconds" diay akong pasabot. nawa, english2x pa man... murag tinuod. hehehehehe.