Yesterday I was patiently waiting for my dad to get done with the dryer before I started my laundry and luckily by the time I went downstairs to check, he was pulling my brother’s clothes out of the dryer.
So I go about my business, doing laundry and putting it in the dryer. So when it comes time to pull it out, I do and I don’t notice anything odd. Normally I would fold my laundry after I pull it out of the dryer but I was lazy and right now I really wish I hadn’t been lazy and had just folded it.
Later that night I decide to wash my favorite hoodie and I usually check the dryer, just to do it. Make sure there’s no coins mostly (nothing annoys me more than coins or money in the washer/dryer). But I guess I figured I just did laundry and no one did laundry before me, it should be fine. Well I pull my hoodie out of the dryer before taking a shower last night and it’s completely ruined. There was a pen I didn’t see that was in the dryer earlier and it completely exploded on my hoodie. I just about broke down and cried. I noticed a few ink splots on my clothes when I was folding the first load, but I didn’t think much of it.
Now getting dressed in my house clothes, I see the ink got pretty much everywhere. It’s all over my pajamas, my socks, my house clothes, my towels… it’s everywhere and I’m fighting the urge to rewash my clothes even though I know that won’t take out the ink marks. But mostly because I’m wondering where that pen has been. My brother works in a club in San Francisco, so naturally I’m thinking of all the ick in the city that could have come in contact with that pen.
Normally I hate doing laundry after my brother because he also takes BART home and ugh, more ick. I mean, a washer is self cleaning right? Whatever that means. And even if it isn’t, the heat from the dryer would kill any remaining germs… right? Oh, I don’t know! I’m just so upset that my favorite hoodie is completely utterly ruined.
To make it worse my dad looked at me like I was crazy after I told him what happened. Saying he didn’t see a pen, but obviously there had to had been! The dryer is also ruined with ink spots scattered around inside of it. It’s just so frustrating. I’m telling him what happened and he’s going off and blaming it on my mom (who ONE wasn’t home and TWO didn’t do laundry before him) or on me who doesn’t even have a pen! Why would I carry a pen in my pj’s? What kind of sense does that make?
Now I don’t know what to do. I can’t replace my clothes and I’m just so angry. Good thing I don’t dress up too often and none of my completely irreplaceable clothes were ruined. Now I know I’ll be checking the washer/dryer more obsessively. Wonderful.