October 14, 2005
Lessons in Laundry
One day in 1970, one of my suite mates was headed to the laundry room in the basement of Michelson House, and asked if I had anything I would like washed, as he had just a few items. I gave him all my white jockey briefs, as I was running low. An hour later he returned them in a brilliant shade of pink. It seems he had washed them with something red. He found this enormously amusing, and laughed for a full hour. I was less enthused. It took months before repeated washes faded my drawers to something closer to their original state. I learned a lesson about laundry, and also about roommates!
Posted by rhu at October 14, 2005 10:59 AM
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I had a similar problem when I let a roommate wash some of my clothes. 3 t-shirts (two of which were brand new) and my favorite tank top were all ruined, and my white socks came out in a shade of green that made them look like something Dorothy brought home from the Emerald City!
Posted by: Nicole Sharp at October 14, 2005 01:29 PM