The Curious Incident of the Dye on the Shirt

Oh, hello. I didn't see you over there.

Ahem, anyway, I am about to chronicle a rather mysterious and disturbing series of events that unfolded over the past few weeks. Let's begin...

Maybe 3 weeks ago, a colleague mentioned there was a large reddish-pink stain on the back of my shirt. This was upsetting, but things happen. I could not figure out how the stain got there.

Maybe 2 weeks ago, another colleague pointed out yet another large reddish-pink stain on the back of my shirt. Again, I could not figure out how it got there. At this point, I was getting scared.

A recreation of what my shirt looked like (as seen from behind)

Two nights ago, after a long day, I took off my shirt only to notice another large reddish stain! I stood for a moment, utterly shocked, but then I started thinking. What could cause this? The stain was always in the same place. And then it came to me: I carry a traveler's knapsack, or bag if you will, to work.

I inspected the strap of my bag and noticed a slight discoloration in just the area where it rubs against the affected area of my shirt. I immediately fetched a white towel, moistened it, and scrubbed the strap. A geyser of reddish pink dye spewed forth onto the towel. There was so much! The towel wasn't enough, so I ran the strap under cold water for 4 minutes, and still, dye continued to pour out.

This is how it went down

Today, I left the strap off my bag and walked to work holding it (the bag that is, I walked to work holding my bag, not my strap).

Anyway, I think this has gone on long enough. Goodbye.