Well it all started as stuff we found on the shelves at the store and proceeded to the point of being outer coverings for naked bodies. Then following periods of perspiration and use, soil marks started to form on the fabric until, at last ... the garments were removed and placed in this big pile, only to be loaded into baskets and carried to our basement where this white machine sat with it's mouth open. We throw the stuff into the open mouth along with some white powder that some say smells like the fresh air in April, but I think smells like soap. Anyway, the mouth closes and after poking some buttons, the whole thing starts to shake and shiver and I hear water rushing in. (It may be going to the bathroom.) That's when I leave the room.

Later, when everything gets quiet, I come back and pry open the mouth where I find all that stuff sitting there wet.

Do you want to hear about that other machine, or is this enough?



What are you having for lunch today?