My husband works downtown and during his lunch hour he walks to the downtown YMCA to work out. He’s in a corporate job, and while he doesn’t have to wear a suit and a tie, he does have to look presentable. Yesterday he went to the YMCA, worked out, and when he came back to his locker he found it was completely empty. Not a thing in it.

Now, if you’ve ever met my husband you will agree with me when I say that he is high strung. His glass is rarely half full, and if you press him he will tell you that his glass is not only empty, it’s shattered into bits and pieces and you’ll never be able to fill his glass again.

I can only imagine the freaking out that was going on while he paced the men’s locker room, trying to determine just where his clothes were. And how he was going to spend the rest of his day at work in his sweaty shorts and t-shirt.  Somewhere in his thought process he came to this: Why would someone steal his underwear?

When the locker room attendant came along with a master key he found his clothes were actually in the next locker over. It seems that he put his stuff in an open locker, just assuming it was the locker he had a key for.

Oops.