This is a picture of H’s clothes hamper, stationed next to the washing machine, ready to be unloaded. It reminds me of an unexpected laundry conversation that we had this morning as we were taking an early walk through the neighborhood. It began when two manly men, deep in conversation, came jogging by. It was obvious that they had traveled a good distance because their t-shirts were soaked in sweat. Once out of earshot, H began to express his thoughts:
“Those guys are really going to smell when they get home. Those t-shirts must stink – they have to go into the wash immediately. Just think if they went into the hamper, everything else would smell. No way are those going into the hamper!”
Having said his peace, H was quiet for the rest of the walk. I never knew he felt so strongly about laundry.
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