Brain Fart

I was doing laundry tonight - one of my favourite domestic chores. My first load was washed and the dryer had long since turned off, so I went to switch the loads over. After inserting the proper quarter- age, cleaning the lint trap, and taking the freshly cleaned clothes out of the dryer, I went back to my other domestic chore – dishes. About an hour or two later, I figured my second load should be good and dry. I grabbed the laundry basket, and opened the dryer…no clothes. “Who would steal someone else’s dishtowels and shirts?” I thought to myself. “This is a seniors’ complex…surely they’re not that desperate for our clothes.” I looked around, thinking maybe someone had needed the dryer and had put them aside.
Nope.
I opened the washing machine lid. It was full of wet clothes. Ours.
Rod’s incredulous response pretty much sums it up: “So you paid a whole bunch of quarters to dry air??”
Yup.