So I am at the laundromat at the same time as this middle aged homeless looking guy... I am fairly sure he witnessed the loading of the Princess bedding into the dryers. If he did not see that then he HAD to have seen the mounds of pink and purple spinning in the other dryers. So why, pray tell, did he wait to ask me about my daughter untill I was sorting the girls' underwear?!?! And that my friends is how to be a creepy ass mo' fo' in one easy step!