It seems like every time I try to change the sheets on my bed, itI have to make multiple trips to the laundry to get it right.
For example, I recently returned to my cell with what I thought was fresh sheets. But when I unfolded them and tried to put them on my bed, this is what I saw:
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| EWWW! |
Apparently, after the local laundry dude brought these sheets down to the river and rubbed it with a smooth rock, he or she then dropped it in a mud puddle... and then folded it up... and then gave it to me.
After taking a moment to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing (and snapping a photo for posterity), back to the laundry room I went. The guy behind the counter was very apologetic and gave me a new one. Having learned my lesson, I checked it as soon as he gave it to me. Guess what - this sheet had spent some time in that same puddle. Same with Try #3. We eventually found a clean set, which I'm now sleeping on.
Given the track record, I'm not sure I want to trade these in... ever. Who knows what I'll get next time.
1 comment:
ewwww is right.
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