My mother is well aware of my feelings toward clothes dryers that don’t get my clothes dry. Basically, if I’ve paid a dollar or a Euro-fifty or whatever to use you, then you ought to return my clothes to me dry. Not damp, not just hot, not wet and boiling.
It’s not because I’m mean or don’t like you! It’s just that I have neither the space nor the patience to have all my clothes laid out.
And yet here I am, with my entire wardrobe laid out across what little furniture is not occupied by books and the heater cranked up to Heretic.
So here we go again. For your reference:
Dry = not wet
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February 18, 2007 at 4:37 am
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