This as many of my posts are, is a true story that happened a little while ago.

I was sharing the house with a couple who owned the house. I have known these people and have lived with them on and off for a while now. At this pont in the story, they had been engaged for sometime and were getting ready to get married.

A cold evening in Fall, I come back home after a tiring day at work. Both my roomies were busy researching some job related stuff, so I slid into my customary seat, the Lazboy with a beer and was channel surfing. Since spacing out was always my way of relaxing, I was having a shiatsu massage, when a squabble between my roomies brought me back to life.

He said “No, I will do it, its cool. You just keep applying for those jobs”. She said “Are baba, I will do it, besides, I need a break.”. Since this happened all the time, I started flipping channels again when my roomie came out with this laundry basket.

It was good that we had a washer and dryer at home, it saved me the hassle of trash-bagging all my stuff and hauling it across town for the wash-dry-fold place. The past 9 months, had not changed much of my laundry habits, or lack thereof, but now I had a washer and dryer at home and a reason for not doing my laundry : ” I can do it anytime.”

So he goes to the garage to start his laundry and I had just flipped to south park. Here I was engrossed in Cartman being his nasty self, when in the corner of my eye, I saw my roomie come back into the living room. It was unlike him to stand, even if we had a minutes discussion about why space had no up/down, right/left for the millionth time, he would still sit down, but he was at the corner of my line of sight standing. His fiance was too into her job search and I was laughing at Cartman, so we did not bother asking him if he was ok, but I just had a feeling that he was waiting, waiting for something to happen.

A minute later, she turned to him and asked him something. This was followed by something else he said and all this was lost in between “Oh my god, they killed Kenny, those bastards” dialouge and them whispering.

What followed was this: His fiance got up, took him to the laundry and I heard “And then you push this button and it turns on”.

I could not stop laughing, It had been 9 months since we had the washer and dryer and my only comment was “Dude, if you need to practice, you can always borrow my laundry.”

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