I washed a load of towels this morning.
After returning from the Acme I went down into the basement to move the towels from the washer to the dryer.
I had gotten all the towels out, or so I thought, when I noticed a black spot at the bottom of the washer tub.
Hmm. I’ve seen things like that before. It was probably a washrag that was partially stuck under the agitator.
So I reached down to pull it out and—
It was soft and gooey.
Reflexively I pulled out my hand; then I turned on the flashlight (or torch as the Brits more economically say) on my iPhone.
It wasn’t black after all. It was reddish.
Grabbing a paper towel, I fished it out, and it turned out to be–
How the hell did a strawberry get into—
In addition to bath towels, there were tea towels in that load. One in particular.
Yesterday I bought some strawberries on Ninth Street, and when I got them home I soaked them in a vinegar solution for five minutes (to kill any micro-organisms), then rinsed them off and dried them with a tea towel. I do that so the strawberries will keep a bit longer. It mostly works.
Anyway, I must’ve left one strawberry in the tea towel, and that found its way to the bottom of my washer today.