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A few days before the start of my freshman year at college, my mom wrote my last name inside 75% of my personal effects.
I got the impression that she thought once I got to school, my hand towel, underwear, T-shirts, jeans, and pillowcases, would be so coveted by the other freshmen that they would become prominent targets for dorm room theft. Therefor I would be constantly having to prove to my RA that they were in fact mine.
Last year, about ten years after graduating from college, I moved into a house that had been previously occupied by several old friends from school. I found this towel hanging in the bathroom with my moms handwriting on it.
It’s kind of like The Incredible Journey but with towels.
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