Laundry....and condoms

So I was doing laundry the other day. I think it was around 3 in the morning or so. I was also cleaning house and cooking food for myself (yes, I hold weird hours, bite me).

So I got downstairs to the laundry room in about half hour after I set the load to move it into the dryer. All cool. So I go back upstairs and do my cooking and cleaning. About 50 minutes later, I go downstairs to grab my clothes. I open the dryer and start to carefully fold my clothes into my laundry basket so I don't have to do it when I get upstairs and can directly put it into the drawer. I start with my whites. Everything's cool.

I finish the whites, and pop open the dryer with my darks. I start folding and folding. I stick my hand into the dryer to pull out socks, jeans, sweaters... and a condom.

It was still in its packaging, and looked relatively new. I hold it in my hand, eyebrows raised. So here I am, at 3 in the morning, wondering how the hell a condom got into my laundry load. Now the easy explanation is that I had it in my pocket and forgot to take it out when I did my load. I mean, that's how I found coins, dollar bills, watches, keys... in my dryer before....

But this is a condom we're talking about. I don't own such ... er... stuff. The girl sitting in the laundry room reading her book looked up and stared at me as I puzzled over this condom. I gave her a funny look, and almost entertained the idea that she put it there to see my reaction. But quickly ruled that out with the look she gave me.

I couldn't figure it out. So I put it back in the dryer and took my clothes and left.

Then it occurred to me. The next person using the dryer is going to have something to puzzle over when s/he takes out her load...


Yuy Ren