Bleach won’t clean the mental stains
Perhaps I’m just a bad man, but I still find it amusing when innocent people are put into terribly uncomfortable situations. Yesterday I had so much laundry to do that I decided to go to a laundromat and use those washers that are large enough to wash a convertible Mini Cooper.
Two elderly ladies were there discussing church and giving disapproving looks to a young woman who had on a pair of jeans sized for a much smaller woman. I ignored them and kept working on my huge load. So to speak.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard two shrieks and assumed the old ladies had left a Sharpie pen in the washing machine. It was much better. A homeless man threw his laundry into their machine to get a free wash, leaving the church ladies with two dozen pair of ripped up, homeless, stinking underwear.