Unfiltered Story #361392

(In my bathroom, I have a towel for my face, a towel for the rest of my body, a small rag for wiping the counter top with, an old shirt to dry my hair with, and a couple of face cloth to take my makeup off with. My boyfriend comes out of the bathroom. I notice some wet spots on his shirt.)
ME: Why is your shirt wet?
BOYFRIEND: I wiped my hands on it.
ME: Why didn’t you use one of the towels I have in there?
BOYFRIEND: There were so many I didn’t know which one to use.
(A few days later, my brother comes for a visit. He uses my bathroom and comes out with a few wet spots on his shirt.)
ME: Why is your shirt wet? Did you dry your hands on it, too?
BROTHER: Yeah, why don’t you have any towels in there?
ME: … Are you joking?
BROTHER: No. There are no towels in there.
ME: There are so towels in there. *drags him over to the bathroom and points out all the towels* see? There are towels in here.
BROTHER: … I don’t know why I missed those. I just didn’t see any towels.
(I have taken to yelling out “You can use the towel on the door” any time my boyfriend or my brother uses the bathroom during their visits but still they use their shirts. I change my towels once a week so I don’t think that’s it, either. I just don’t understand it.)