It Doesn’t All Come Out in the Wash
Tuesday night isn’t ideal for doing the laundry. It’s supposed to be NCIS night. But tonight I have to make an exception. I need to wash a medium load. Otherwise, I’ve got nothing to wear for tomorrow’s trip. I’m flying to Washington first thing in the morning.
The washer/dryer closet is adjacent to the kitchen, so what’s the big deal? I can still watch TV while doing the laundry, right? The problem is that it scares the wits out of me going near the washer, especially on a quiet night like this when every bit of noise is magnified a thousand times. As you see, I’m afraid of what’s lurking inside the washer stealing my stuff.
Every now and then, I’d find a hankie, a washcloth, or a sock missing when I take the load out. Looking inside the washer, I couldn’t find any opening where it could go. This has led me to believe that a troll has taken up residence there. He could be a one-footed creature, too, as he takes only one sock at a time. He hasn’t taken any of my shorts, though. Maybe it’s the wrong size? I’d rather not speculate.
My drawers show the devastation that this interloper has wrought. Washcloths gone. Favorite hankies gone. Mismatched socks everywhere. But all shorts accounted for.
Most of my clothes are made of cotton, so they’re easy to wash. I don’t even have to sort them out. I just load them all together in one regular cycle. True, I used to have white socks before, but not anymore. After several washing, they have blended nicely with the others.
After the clothes are out of the dryer, they are ready to wear. I have long abandoned ironing. It’s a far cry from a previous life in the Philippines when everything was ironed including the underwear. In my opinion, it takes too much time. It’s not eco-friendly. It can burn you, too, if you’re not careful. It doesn’t make any difference, anyway, if you’re an IT professional. Crumpled shirts and mismatched socks are common in the industry. I even had a manager who would find himself wearing mismatched shoes in his rush to go to work. The staff didn’t find it funny. They found it endearing instead.
If somebody has any idea on how to get rid of the pesky troll in my washer, I’d be glad to hear it. Or could it just be a figment of my wild imagination? But there’s something that I do know. I’m losing stuff and I can’t figure out how in the world it’s happening.