Nobody in the building seems to have caught on that the best dryer in the laundry room is the one on the very far left.  This morning there was a woman in there bright and early wearing a pink bathrobe.  She was a sheepish smiler, almost as if she felt she had to apologize to me for showing up to the communal clothes washing area in such intimate attire.  This little move was so cute that I sort of wished I could ask her if she wanted to be friends.  I should have.