Letâ€™s talk laundry for a minute, shall we, for I am, after all, a Laundry Guy.
One of todayâ€™s loads was â€œdarks.â€ Sometimes â€œdarksâ€ contains various shades of â€œdark,â€ and sometimes even a color or two creeps into the mix. Itâ€™s all good, as long as one sticks with cold water. Ahhh, but todayâ€™s load of darks happened to be all seriously dark things â€“ primarily blacks and blues, one such blue thing being a pair of Mrs. Parkwayâ€™s jeans.
Now, when I wash my own jeans, I always check the pockets, because one never knows what is lurking around in those babies â€“ change, paper money, cigarette lighters, etc. By contrast, I never bother to search through the pockets of Mrs. Parkwayâ€™s jeans, because unlike me, she is not a careless slob who willy-nilly tosses her duds into the laundry basket.
You probably can see where this is headed, no?
Suffice it to say that, in the future, I will be searching the pockets of Mrs. Parkwayâ€™s jeans before I commit them to the depths of Lake Maytag.
Do you have any idea what a couple tissues left in a pants pocket can do to a load of blacks and blues? Had to be ten thousand little white paper yitchkees all over the clothes. Very bad news.
A good Laundry Guy learns from his mistakes, and I am a good farookinâ€™ Laundry Guy.
That is all.