Thursday, November 11, 2004
I Can't Believe It Finally Happened
All of the women in my life told me it would come to this, but I always refused to listen. "Sort your laundry!", they would say, and I would scoff at their advice. Look, I've been jamming every piece of dirty clothing I own into any washer that would accept them for years, and I've never had a problem
Pride comes before a what? The best laid plans of who?
Earlier this year my Mom and my sister went to Europe on vacation. They brought me back a great t-shirt from Italy. It said, "Ciao-Ciao" across the front in the famous Coca-Cola font, and it was bright red. Bright red.
So tonight, like always, It threw all of the dirty laundry I had into the same load. I threw whites in the wash with blacks and boxers in with dish towels, all in the same machine with the bright red Italian t-shirt.
You can imagine what I found when I came back to the machine to put my clothes in the dryer. Everything that was white had a nice pink hue to it. It wasn't that great of a loss, mostly socks and undershirts got the worst of it, but I did lose my Cars Suck t-shirt in the fiasco.
It was a good lesson learned, I had a good laugh at my own expense, and now I have a good excuse to go on an Aerostitch shopping spree.
I guess all those ladies were right after all.
All of the women in my life told me it would come to this, but I always refused to listen. "Sort your laundry!", they would say, and I would scoff at their advice. Look, I've been jamming every piece of dirty clothing I own into any washer that would accept them for years, and I've never had a problem
Pride comes before a what? The best laid plans of who?
Earlier this year my Mom and my sister went to Europe on vacation. They brought me back a great t-shirt from Italy. It said, "Ciao-Ciao" across the front in the famous Coca-Cola font, and it was bright red. Bright red.
So tonight, like always, It threw all of the dirty laundry I had into the same load. I threw whites in the wash with blacks and boxers in with dish towels, all in the same machine with the bright red Italian t-shirt.
You can imagine what I found when I came back to the machine to put my clothes in the dryer. Everything that was white had a nice pink hue to it. It wasn't that great of a loss, mostly socks and undershirts got the worst of it, but I did lose my Cars Suck t-shirt in the fiasco.
It was a good lesson learned, I had a good laugh at my own expense, and now I have a good excuse to go on an Aerostitch shopping spree.
I guess all those ladies were right after all.
