Just yesterday I read about this phenomenon, here. Karly is funny – you’ll be glad you clicked on that link.
This evening, right after supper, I took the towels out of the dryer. I folded them and placed them on the washer to put away later because both bathrooms were occupied at the time. Soon after, I saw the Postman walk by with a pile of clothes.
Just a few minutes ago, I went to the laundry room to look for something else and saw my
neat pile of folded towels a heap of what used to be perfectly folded, crisp clean towels. In his eagerness to put his clothes in the washer (ALL of them. Not sorted.), he just pushed aside the pile of towels I folded.
Me: Did you seriously just push the towels aside rather than carry them to the bathroom?
Him: They weren’t ours, were they?
And for any of you that dare say I should be happy he put his clothes in the washer, I will also beat you with the clothes basket.
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint. ~Erma Bombeck