To go and get the pegs back from naked ironing man?

[kreecherlivesupstairs]

He is a really nice, but extrememly hairy man who lives in our block of flats. His name is self explanatory. We have 2 laundry rooms for the use of the tenants. Today, I did a load, went out, came home and hung it on the lines. Put another load in and went down to hang that out. NIM was acting very oddly in our room. He explained that he needed green pegs for his laundry and they'd run out in the other room so was swapping his assorted coloured left overs for any green ones he could find in our room.
Would I BU to put just one or two on his laundry? I think I know I would but the devil is on my shoulder today.

Do it, and hang a couple of things upside down, or change the order.

As a fellow anal retentive, but fully clothed, pegger, I can assure you he'll be huddled in the corner of the room rocking and weeping before you can say tumble-drier.

You'll be doing him a favour, really.

This addiction to green pegs is probably fueling his ironing habits, and he'll burn himself if he's not careful. You wouldn't want that, you might get called in to pop a compress on it.

so he's fussy enough to colour coordinate pegs, but not enough to sling a pair of pants on before using the communal area?

No he wasn't naked in the laundry room, he is only ever naked in the comfort of his own house. I think I am being quite U to consider it, but may buy him his own stash of green pegs.

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

This is the funniest thing on here, it's made my day

I've found you some and they even have a little bird thing going on. Buy them, buy them. You know it makes sense.

is he your dp/dh??
how do you know this?

I especially like the 'detailed description'

'This clothes pegs with a shape of sparrow are very funny.'

Certainly isn't my dh, he doesn't iron. This man lives two floors down from us. The steps leading to the entrance to the flats go past a lot of flats. It is difficult to describe, but that's the way it is. Whenever he is ironing, he does it naked and it seems that dd and I pass by. A couple of weeks we saw him outside, dd said, in a very loud voice, oh look mum, there's naked ironing man. i really must find another name for him, although it does suit him and dd named the bonkers bint upstairs due to her uncanny similarly appearane to Kreacher from Harry Potter.

you sound like you live on the cast of Friends

Cast of friends, bloody enemies more like. I have decided that it would be silly to move his pegs. I may mention it to dd when she comes home from school though.

Ok, so don't move the pegs, but take, for instance, a t-shirt, and hang it the other way round. Or put a red peg in one of his trouser pockets, freak him out a little. It's not quite a horse's head, but you can lie in bed at night knowing you've gained vengeance for the naked ironing.