Of Love and Laundry
My mom has been sick for the past few days so I’ve been doing some of the housework for her. I was starting a load of laundry while she took her temperature and my brother relayed her answers to my questions, because laundry is serious business; you don’t want to screw it up. It went like this:
me: How much detergent? To line 2?
brother (for mom): yeah.
me: Do I leave the cycle on warm?
brother (for mom): no.
me: On cold?
brother (for mom): yeah.
I see my opening…
me: do you love me?
brother (as himself): No.
fail.
2 years ago