Way back in what feels like a different lifetime, LOL, I worked in an office with a dresscode and had to wear dresses & business skirts & jackets, etc. every day. I usually sorted laundry into loads once a week on my bed, and I had to keep the door shut firmly while doing this. Otherwise, my beagle would dash in, quickly grab the first pair of pantyhose she could get her teeth into, and dissapear under the bed - much like Snoopy dashing in to steal Linus's blanket, except my beagle would actually attempt to eat the pantyhose. ICK.
Madness takes it's toll....
Please have exact change ready.