islanded in a stream of stars

Can someone please explain to me why whenever I put in or take out my underwear from the floor washing machine a guy just *has* to suddenly pop in? It doesn't matter if the door to the laundry room is open or closed or that I never see anyone out in the hall when I come in.

If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that there's a hidden webcam somewhere in that room. Still, it's less humiliating than having random tourists taking pictures of my laundry (which actually happened two summers ago...)

Also, I have a nasty feeling that the entire Asian Pacific American Student Assembly will know that I'm kind of going out with the guy who bidded on me at the winter formal date auction; seriously, they're thinking about publicizing us as "Hey, date auctions really aren't that sketchy!" Serves me right for letting my guard down in front of my TA; I really hope he was joking because I really don't want to put too much pressure on my date.