I almost didn't check the pockets. My husband has a cold, so I didn't want to put my hand in his pocket to see if there was anything in there. Fortunately I didn't have to. The weight of the jeans was enough to tell me it wasn't just the normal load. A shake of the jeans told me I didn't want whatever the contents were to make it into my stainless steel washer tub. Unfortunately, it meant I HAD to put my hand in that pocket that has held a snotty, virus filled handkerchief.
I carefully unloaded the jean's pocket to find 1 wheat leaf penny, 1 bullet, a scrunched up piece of packing tape, 5 screws, 4 washers, 4 wing nuts and an undefined piece of aluminum. I washed my hands.
How do they make it into the laundry room unnoticed? But I've asked that many times over the past 40 years. I always "almost don't check the pockets". But in the end, I always do. And I almost always find the treasures before I wash them.
A long time ago I should have started a list of things that have been washed that could have skipped the process. I just didn't know it would have made a book.
My mom was always washing stuff from people's pockets when I was a kid. The washing machine (or dryer) was a common finding place of lost keys. Because of that, I developed a healthy aversion to leaving things in my pockets. I've managed to a decent job of passing that to my kids. Or, maybe, they just don't use their pockets.
ReplyDeleteNice ending, great pic, & approach.
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