Your Clothes Are Dry, But You Smell Funny

Submitted by Andrew:

I was a little early in arriving at Christina's house to pick her up for our second date.  Our first one had gone very well, and I was looking forward to seeing her a second time.

I called to let her know that I was outside, but to take her time if she was still preparing.

She said that she was glad that I had called, and asked if I'd mind coming in.  There was some sort of problem.

I went inside and she led me to her toilet, which was full of... well, clothes.

"They're stuck," she said.

"Why are there clothes in your toilet?" I asked.

She explained that for some reason, the water in her house was shut off, and that the only place wherein she could wash her clothes was the toilet.

"It's okay," she explained away, "It's the same kind of water that everything else uses."

"Why not bring the clothes to a laundromat?" I asked.  This, according to her, was impossible, as there were no laundry places close by, and she needed these clothes soon.

"But they're stuck," she said again.

I asked her if she had any rubber gloves.  She shrugged.  I looked in the cabinet under her bathroom sink.  There was one rubber glove.  I put it on and asked her for a garbage bag.

"You're throwing my clothes out?" she asked.

"No.  I just need a place to put them once I pull them out of here."

She grabbed me a bag and I went to work.  Most of them came out easily, but some were pretty deeply lodged in there.  After a few minutes, I was pretty sure that I had everything out, at least as much as I could see.

She tried to pick up the garbage bag, but it was full of wet clothes.  She asked if I'd help her carry it down to her dryer, which I did.  We stuffed her sopping wet clothes inside and started it up.

"Ready to go?" I asked her.

She looked down at herself and told me that some of the clothes she had wanted to wear were the toilet-water ones inside of the dryer.  "Would you mind waiting until they're dry?" she asked.

I was planning on spending the time with her anyway, so we played a few games and watched a movie.  Her clothes, because they were sopping wet, never dried fully that afternoon.

Around dinnertime, I suggested that we go out to dinner.

She said, "The clothes I wanted to wear are still in the dryer, remember?"

I suggested that she wear another outfit that was already dry.  She said that she only wanted to wear a set that was still damp inside of the dryer, and that she'd wear them if I insisted.

I didn't insist, but I again suggested that she put on a different outfit.

She suggested that I leave.  I left.