They're WHERE?

Have you ever looked out of a hotel window, or a hospital window, or some other high-up-in-the-sky room, and noticed that, down below, there's clothing on a roof a couple of stories high? Did you ever wonder how it got there? I have.

I don't anymore.

Let's say, just for a wild and crazy scenario, that a mother on vacation spent the morning at the laundromat. Let's say that when she got all the clean clothes folded, she found ONE shirt, ONE pants, and ONE undies for a certain child. Imagine that when she got back to the hotel room, she found a drawer stuffed full of dirty undies. Imagine that a certain child was given instruction that morning on 1) the importance of putting dirty clothes in the dirty-clothes bag, and 2) how to wash clothes in a sink with shampoo instead of in a washer with Tide. Then said child learns that there is no good place to "line dry" dripping wet clothes in a hotel room. So the clothes are hung over the edge of the balcony in the sunshine. Not a bad solution.

However, imagine that what started as a sunny and totally calm day .... uh, ... changed while the family was out gallavanting around vineyards, wineries, canals, and locks. Y'know, changed to wind and rain. And wind. Imagine that the family returned to their hotel room, much relieved to see that the wind deposited most of the again-dripping-wet clothing onto the patio, but not all of it blew toward the building. Then maybe you could imagine why unmentionables are sometimes unexplicably seen upon rooftops.