I can't help but will respond with an anecdote, and maybe a warning.
I've been a victim of something similar, and reading Sean's story, maybe a general warning will be useful.
If you find yourself in a place where the staff are charged with cleaning and generally keeping the place neat and ship-shape, remember that your much-loved and comfortable riding gear may look like a pile of old rags to someone not familiar with 2 wheels.
Sean says "it's another story" how this happened, but maybe it was like this:
Like an idiot I had lent my favourite pair of gloves to my son-in-law who needed them temporarily.
They were wonderful ex-Swiss army, of unknown age, slightly loose-fitting, the best quality brown leather imagineable. Summer-weight, unlined, and absolutely 101% waterproof. Through, I think, years of proper Swiss-army care with leather dressing, followed by impregnation with various lubricating oils in the 20 years that I had owned them. I'd had to sew a seam up now and again, that's all.
I don't know what 1940s London tram-drivers' gloves were like, but a friend used to say that these were just the same.
Well, my son-in-law put them down somewhere in the college where he was a teacher, on the Sussex coast. And they did look pretty old and well-used.
Later they'd gone. To his credit he put a lot of effort into trying to find them, and eventually found that a cleaner thought they were rubbish, threw them out, and by then they were on their way to the landfill!
A lesson learnt! (And never ever lend your bestest favourite stuff!)