well it's just a simple fact

opening the door joining my garage to the family room, i'm face to face with a scruffed up, hesitantly bouncing gentleman.

i smile warmly and it's returned by his own sheepish grin.

"why hey there, garage door repairman! how's it going out there?" i ask.

"sorry i didn't hear you knocking. i was busy sorting laundry in the laundry room right here. gotta make sure those whites and reds get separated, you know! no one wants a bunch of pink clothes!"

"great," the repairman replies. "um. listen. that coffee today is really going through me. ok if i use your bathroom?"

"oh. um. yeah, ok," i say. "there's a bathroom right here in the laundry room."

"great!" cheers the man, diving past me with the goal of bidding his coffee a fond farewell.

"yeah. great," i mutter quietly as the laundry room door shuts next to me.

"i'd appreciate it if you'd disregard the countless pairs of panties on the floor. especially the kicky buttery yellow pair. i was sorting laundry, you know."

sigh.

yep.