... oddly happened to be a story I told two times yesterday, so thought it was worth relating here. People who are not accustomed to doing the family laundry, or even taking care of their own personal clothing will likely not 'get it'. And people who have been doing the chore for years will possibly not see the humor. But I am of the opinion you might as well laugh ...
The long-standing joke (only marginally funny) here is that the man in this house still believes in the clean underwear fairy. He knows his clean garments reappear in the drawer neatly stacked and folded on a regular basis, and never questions how it mysteriously happens from week to week. So the assumption is that some entity possibly related to the tooth fairy of yore must be the responsible party.
Two different people on Friday heard the story of the ongoing mystery that occurs here. There was a time a couple of years ago when no one did the laundry for over a week, when I left town traveling out of the country. Upon my return, the laundry basket full of undershorts and T-shirts, overflowing in fact, due to brand new items suddenly appearing. That would indicate he not only does not do laundry, but he went to the store and made purchase when the supply got dangerously low.
One of the people who heard the story told about a man who had to be trained on how to open the washer and drop his clothing in, along with a lesson in how to operate the machine. I said: 'I can top that.' And told my story. She laughed uproariously and agreed that I won.
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