Random observation: My skate partner is really a nine-year-old in disguise.
Often there is random junk on the skate floor (ball bearings, wrappers, etc.). Last night there was a dryer sheet. We both noticed it at the same time. I was fairly mortified because I was pretty certain it had come from my laundry. He thought that it was from his laundry.
Anyway, he swooped around and picked it up, presumably to throw it into the trash. Oh no ... he stuffed it down the back of my shirt. Really? Why don't you just snap my bra while you're at it?! /s/