I don't know if I ever posted about it, but there was this one time I was with my mum and my sister in Newtown. We were having lunch when I got a message on my phone from an unknown number.
From what I could gather, the person who sent me a message was apologising to 'Brooke' and her flatmate. He had been caught parading in front of his mirror wearing their underwear - straight from their laundry hamper. He had no idea they'd be home early, and pleaded with them to not tell anyone at University what they had discovered.
I messaged back and let him know that he had the wrong number - and that he had in fact told one more person about his indiscretions. He again, apologised and told me how lucky I was to wear female underwear, because it was so lovely. I did not answer back and deleted the messages.
On a side note, I am wearing my Harry Potter t-shirt today. I radiate cool right now.