I have admitted to owning over fifty pair of panties before. Today, this is no longer the case. I have less than a two-week supply of very sensible underwear, if you know what I mean. Sensible, plain, and white.
Except that it's not white anymore.
Today, being Saturday, I felt inspired to do laundry so that tomorrow I can wear clean underwear. I put almost every white article of clothing I own into the washing machine.
Shortly after, I went downstairs to move my laundry from the washing machine to the dryer. I opened the dryer and to my surprise, discovered a load of very pink clothing. This was baffling, since I was certain that I hadn't put my lucky red cap in with the load.
I pulled pair after pair of pink underwear and pink undershirts out of the washer. I pulled out my formerly white bath robe, now somewhat more feminine. I pulled out a formerly white shirt that belongs to El Senor. I pulled out my very pink sports bra.
And all the while, I was looking for the offending item. There was none. So I knew that the offenders were actually the couple in the other apartment of this house. When I asked them about it, they admitted that yes, they had been using our washing machine to dye clothing.
Many thanks to them to the several pink additions to my wardrobe. I feel pretty... oh so pretty!
10 comments:
dye clothing??
what the...
I say they owe you $50.
They said that they'd give me money, too... but then they moved to Japan.
They fled the country just to avoid remunerating you for your damages? That's a tad bit extreme.
...and no you look so vulnerable...
I meant now
Except you only look vulnerable when you're in your underwear and/or bathrobe. So how is anyone supposed to find out how much protecting you need? Maybe you just exude vulnerability with all that pink next to your skin. I bet that's it.
I would go to Japan and track those people down to make them pay for what they did, but I've made a solemn vow never to go to Japan again. Sorry I can't help.
Pink undies! Yea!! What a great idea - I should do the same!
My MTC companion managed to dye her underwear pink more than once while we were in the MTC together. She kept ending up with a red shirt in there with it. It happened once after we got to the MTC in Spain. That was bad, because we went to the nearby grocery to buy bleach and ended up confusing the heck out of the clerk because the word for bleach in our dictionary was the one they use in South America and he didn't know what we were talking about.
My undies are generally of a blue color because I can't find jeans that don't bleed. I'm going to buy red pants now.
FoxyJ: I bet she was doing it on purpose.
DG and SR: I definitely exude vulnerability now.
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