I had one of those funny totally non-profound epiphanies on the order of "why it's smart to make your bed in the morning."
We have this vertically stacked washer/dryer unit. And the controls are sort of in the middle. And for a long time now - months - I've been vaguely wondering why almost but not every time I put in a load of wash, I start it at the default "reset" setting with none of the buttons pushed, because I don't care about "max extract" or "extra rinse" or "super pointless spinness" or whatever --- but t hen when I go to move the wash from the washer below to the dryer above, A BUNCH OF THE BUTTONS ARE PUSHED. for a while I thought it was Moomin opening the closet doors, as he likes to hang out there tying the door shut with his ropes and then opening it again. Or I wondered if Rook sometimes came along behind me and sneakily pushed the buttons because he has an innate, touching, trusting belief in buttons like that, that claim to do something Extra and special, and in all manufacturers' instructions and how much shampoo and conditioner to use even though the shampoo people have a vested interest in lying to you about it.
Yet it happened even when no one else was home! It must be a malfunction of the washer itself? How? Ghosts? ghosts who believe in extra special washer-cycles?
Then just now I was leaning up to take the stuff out of the dryer, before I opened the washer to take the newly washed and wet clothes out and transfer them up to the dryer. You got that? Try to picture it. Picture the dryer, taller than me. Picture me leaning in to scoop the socks out, and picture the buttons in the middle between the washer and dryer. THEN PICTURE MY BOOBS. Yes. For months, my own breasts have been pushing the buttons of the washer.
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