It was a nice, sunny day out, perfect for hanging laundry. You had just moved into a small apartment in Italy with a great view and a balcony, where hanging laundry almost felt like a blessing.

You hummed a tune as you began, but failed to realize how the wind had begun to pick up, which blew your underwear from the clothing line and over your balcony.

You leaned over to see where it went, only to see… your underwear… on an older man’s face a floor below you…