Another random laundry story
I used to live in a beautiful character building famously known around to have the second oldest elevator in the city. The laundry room was in a very creepy area of the basement, and was constantly filled with steam. Although the building was huge there was never anyone in the laundry room when I went in. My friend, who I subletted this apartment from, had had his laundry stolen repeatedly, so I usually did my laundry at my parents place.
On day when I was going out, a note was tacked to a message board in the lobby which used every foul word in the English language. The message boiled down to this - the author's laundry had been stolen, and he hopes whoever stole his clothes enjoys them because the author of the note has a very bad case of crabs. I loved this note, and it stayed up for over a week, only to be replaced by another swearing letter full of threats of violence.