If you’re Lucky—it’ll all come out in the wash
In my opinion, interviewers have the best job. One of my very favorite activities includes spontaneous questions randomly flung out to unsuspecting targets—oops, I mean men. This week’s topic revolved around a common household chore called laundry.
Unfortunately my training (or lack thereof) skills have not expanded to include my husband in this particular chore, until very recently.
He was completely unaware of the Four Step Process that results in his nice clean undies eventually landing in his happy little undie drawer.
So I had no choice in these busy summer months but to initiate a training seminar, therefore bidding adieu to the ever present Laundry Fairy with whom he has resided for almost thirty delightful years.
Our first session was not successful, to say the least. He managed to actuallyload his work duds into he washing machine, adding an appropriate cupful of Tide. Oh, how I praised him!!!
So much, in fact, that he was certain the job was done and he had passed with flying colors. rinning like a two-year-old who landed his first poop in the potty, Lucky was a proud fella indeed.
Perfect timing to introduce the rest of the steps necessary to finish the project. He was horrified.
What? Dryer? Fold? PUT AWAY????? Way over his head. I couldn’t help but feel like a hopeless failure.
I needed—no, craved—to know how ther males handled the laundry detail, and if in fact, I’m truly party of one and all alone on the Laundry Fairy island.
When in doubt, ask. And ask I did.
Here are some stunning results:
Neighborly Fella Jim responded candidly, “My clean laundry lives in the laundry basket until the basket is empty.”
Clearly a one step process in his household, but hey, he lives alone so in fairness to women everywhere this can’t really count.
The Astonishing Winner, a 50-something-year-old guy who calmly said, “It’s mportant to catch the clothes immediately when the dryer finishes to eliminate the need for the iron.”
Iron? Did he really just say IRON? Imagine my shock and amazement to even hear the word iron so casually stated from the lips of a man. I needed MORE!! He didn’t disappoint.
“If I drop the ball and miss the buzzer well then I simply toss a damp towel back into the dryer, and put it on the fluff cycle. his eliminates all the wrinkles…..”
Oh. My. God. ow here’s a seasoned laundry guy—really? HE FLIPPIN’ FLUFF CYCLE???? Holy cow, I was just a’waitin for Lucky to come home in order to share the good—no, great—news.
Honey, there’s hope on the horizon! Next year by this time you may actually master the process. Dig the hole, fill it in, grade it off, bring the machine on back to its home!!! Yay!!!
Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Winner can share ome of his mad cooking skills. The remote possibility lingers that we could indeed be residing in a house where steaks are cooked by a man…hey, we can call it the Steak House!!
Hope springs eternal. Thanks to this man, I am inspired to continue the training session. And advance apologies to the next victims of my impromptu interrogations…
