I'm rushed.
I have a flight.
I have no clean clothes.
I throw them in the machine called washer.
I wait.
I throw them in the machine called dryer.
I turn the dial to "bright colours"
I ponder, "do they dry differently in colour than in white?"
I shrug.
I throw in Bounce sheet.
I wait.
I open dryer.
I gasp.
Clothes still wet.
I curse.
I kick machine called dryer.
Wait a minute...this is machine called washer.
Yes, kids...I had taken them out of one washing machine, and put them into another one.
May need to blow-dry clothes in Vancouver...flight leaves in 2 hours.
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