Laundry Day
The laundry had been piling up like January snow and today, despite the fact that between me and the laundromat lay 4 avenues of pouring rain, it had to be done. I was in a mad rush to get the laundry sorted before said laundromat sent out the signal for last wash, so I called upon my faithful companion Sid for much needed assistance.
He gave me a “you’ve got to be kidding me” look so I told him I’d make it worth his while. Since he didn’t understand a word of English, I tried again in a language he’d understand – treats. Lots of ’em.
That got him moving and it wasn’t long before the entire living room looked like a yard sale. Sid hopped right into the thick of it and got down to business.
Unfortunately, Sid has as much of a work ethic as a suburban teenager and it wasn’t long before I caught him catching forty winks under the cover of some heavy denim.
Well, I guess I can’t blame him. It’s damn hard to sort laundry when the man upstairs hasn’t graced your kind with thumbs. Plus he’d rather keep the stuff the way he likes it. Smelly.
October 7th, 2010 at 11:45 am
Hmmm <— wondering if all those shirts on the floor are mom and dads…. or Sids???????