A package arrived in the mail today addressed to me. Inside was a simple white T shirt. I didn't buy it. I have no idea where it came from.

The following events occurred over the course of the last 10 days. I'm convinced it's just someone playing a joke on me and I admit that it's been fun trying to get to the bottom of it. But I've never been this confused in my life. <br><br>A few days ago, a package arrived in the mail addressed to me. I didn't recognize the return address, and I didn't remember ordering anything anyway. Maybe it was a gift? It was my birthday just a few weeks ago, but everybody I had gotten a gift from had told me what it was. The address on the return gave me no clues; post office box somewhere in New York, no name attached. I shrugged and opened it. First thing I noticed was that there was no invoice. No papers, no nothing. Just a simple piece of cardboard keeping the clothes from getting wrinkled. <br><br>I pulled out the garment and examined it. It was a T shirt. Completely plain white, no logo or anything else anywhere on it. Made of cotton, looked like your basic Hanes shirt. I stared at it for a long while, wracking my brain to try and think of who this could possibly be from. When I finally gave up, I hung the shirt up in my closet and put the box out to be recycled. I'd wear it at some point, I guess. <br><br>Last night, I decided to run a load of laundry. I grabbed everything I needed, and as I was walking past the closet, I saw the white T shirt. I hadn't thrown it away, so it was clearly the best choice to put in this load. I tossed it in with the rest of the clothes and put it in the washer. I did two loads, this one and a towel load, and was turning them around between the washer and dryer when the first strange thing happened. <br><br>When I grabbed the wet laundry, the white T shirt was missing. I stared into the clothes basket, wondering if it had fallen out on the floor or slipped my grasp. But I didn't see it anywhere. I emptied the basket onto the floor to be absolutely sure it wasn't there, but it wasn't. <br><br>I thought of the possibility that it had come unstitched or unraveled when it was soaking in the water, and had broken down into smaller pieces. I turned inside out every shirt, towel and pair of pants to see if I could find the missing pieces, but found nothing. I figured I had simply misplaced it in the process of moving the laundry around. I double checked every load I had done (which admittedly was only two) to be absolutely sure I hadn't just forgotten to put it in the washer in the first place, and I had no luck. <br><br>Fast forward a few hours, and I decided it was time to turn the dry loads around. I grabbed the first load (the one that was supposed to have the white T shirt in it) and looked it over briefly to make sure that it was really just the clothes I had put in the first washer load. <br><br>The white T shirt was back in the basket, on top of everything else. I lifted it up, unfolded it, and looked it over. This was the exact white T shirt I had gotten in the mail a few days before. I had no idea where it had gone or how it had come back, but I was so relieved that the mystery had been solved and the answer was so simple. <br><br>That was, of course, until I heard my girlfriend laugh. <br><br>I turned around to see her smiling, holding a big piece of cardboard and looking like she was hiding something behind her back. I asked her what she was doing, and her response floored me. She told me that she had found the white T shirt in the dryer and thought it was ridiculous that I had washed it so quickly after receiving it. She said that she liked it so much that she was going to wear it, and she was going to *reclaim* it. I had no idea what she meant by that until she showed me what was behind her back. <br><br>It was the white T shirt, now with the words RECLAIMED spray painted across the front in big red letters, like it was some sort of trophy. I stared at her in amazement. I was flabbergasted. I had no idea why she had thought this was necessary. <br><br>"Reclaimed from who?" I asked her, exasperated. <br><br>She just smiled at me. "Someone obviously sent you a gift."<br><br>I laughed at her. I had no idea who she thought she was reclaiming it from, but I was in no mood for romantic gestures. I told her that if she wanted it so bad, she could have it, but she had wasted her time and her spray paint. I took the cardboard from her and put it in the recycling bin, and I put the T shirt back in the laundry basket. <br><br>Then I went to bed. <br><br>This morning, I woke up early for work and took the remaining wet laundry out of the dryer (I'm a bit slow sometimes). The big laundry basket was sitting next to the dryer, and on top of everything else was the white T shirt. I pulled it out and unfolded it. It was the spray painted one. Was my girlfriend playing some kind of prank on me? I didn't have time to think about it, I had to leave for work. <br><br>I took all of the laundry upstairs and put it in the dirty laundry basket, spray painted T shirt and all. I'm going to ask her about it later. <br><br>Has anyone ever heard of anything like this? I'm not the type of guy that pranks come for. I'm just not the prankster type, not even when I was younger. <br><br>I don't know what to make of any of this.