I’m going off to college soon, my mom’s nagging is really starting to get to me, I’m pretty sure I can operate basic household appliances.
This was the thought process that flowed through my mind when I made the fateful decision to do my own laundry after 18 years.
So one day, I proudly gathered my clothes and carried them all in one trip down to the laundry/cat/computer room combo, and began the process.
After texting several females and asking how I sort the darks from the lights and how I add the detergent, with the proper knowledge I began.
I felt pretty good about it, and in the back of my mind I was wondering why my mom always complained about doing laundry because I was fitting pretty much all of my laundry into the washing machine all at once.
Sooooo I closed the door, turned all the proper knobs, put in the detergent, and started the machine.
I awoke 15 minutes later from my Xbox induced trance to my mother screaming bloody murder at the top of the basement stairs.
Something about, “you’re an idiot, you can’t put all of your clothes in the washing machine at once, you broke the washing machine, I hate you and you’re adopted, get out.”
So that’s the last time I try and do something nice for my family. On the bright side, my mom got a new washer