That Time with the Laundry
Right, so someone brought up this ‘red panty’ thing. Honestly, it just makes me think of laundry disasters. You know how reds always bleed? Yeah, learned that the hard way. Big time.
There was this one time, years back, living in that cramped apartment over on Elm Street. Shared laundry in the basement, you know the drill, always felt kinda gross down there. Anyway, I was rushing, tossed a whole load in one go. Had a million things on my mind that week. Shoved in this bright red… well, item… with all my whites and lighter stuff. Dumb move, totally spaced it.
Went down later to switch it to the dryer. Opened the machine. Man. Everything had turned pink. Not a cute, soft pink. More like a blotchy, uneven, definitely-ruined kind of pink. My best work shirts, a bunch of socks, even those towels I actually liked. All of it, just streaked with pink.
I remember just standing there feeling so incredibly annoyed. It wasn’t just about the stupid clothes, you know? It felt like everything was going wrong around that time.
- My rent had just gone up, unexpectedly.
- Was having issues with a project at work, felt like I was drowning.
- And I think my fridge was making weird noises too, just waiting to die on me.
So seeing that pile of pink laundry? It was like the universe was just laughing at me. It sounds small, but man, it felt huge then. Just stood in that damp, musty basement staring at my pink shirts. Felt like such a failure, honestly. Just another thing I couldn’t get right.
I ended up just stuffing most of it into a trash bag right there. Couldn’t even deal with trying to fix it. Wore a lot of my older, darker clothes for the next few months. It’s weird the small things that push you over the edge sometimes. It wasn’t really about the red underwear itself, but more about that whole stressful chapter. Just trying to get through the week, and then bam, pink laundry to remind you things aren’t great.
So that’s what comes to mind. Less about the item, more about… well, life kicking you when you’re down. Definitely learned my lesson about sorting clothes, though. Always, always separate the reds. Seriously.
