Today was the first day off in a few weeks where I had the chance to do laundry. I took all my dirty clothes to the laundromat, plunked down a few quarters, and started to wash them. I came back after thirty minutes to throw my clothes into the drier. As I was transferring my clothes from the washer to the drier, I found a piece of a yellow crayon. I tossed it away and didn’t think much of it. I came back thirty minutes later to get my clothes and that’s when I discovered that remnants from the yellow crayon had survived the transition from the washer to the drier and melted onto a bunch of my shirts, jeans, socks, and boxers. Melted yellow crayon looks a lot like mustard stains in case you were wondering. It looks like I got in a fight with a hot dog and got my ass kicked. It’s fucking bullshit. I don’t even know where that fucking crayon came from. Who carries around yellow crayons? I’m a little placated because I also found a twenty-dollar bill in the wash. But twenties don’t remove crayon stains so I’m still pissed off. Hashtag first world problems.
Critically Rated at 4/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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