I went to the laundry basket with dripping hands and started pawing through it.
“What are you looking for?” B asked.
“Hand towel,” I answered, pulling out what I thought was a hand towel.
“Don’t use that,” she admonished me. “That’s a rag. Just look at how dirty it is.” She held up a neatly folded hand towel. “We’ll put this one out, because we’re having guests tonight.”
I held out my hand for the towel.
“You can’t use it now,” she said with a verbal eye-roll. “I’ll put it out before the guests arrive, so it’s clean. You can use that dirty thing now.”
It’s like we speak two completely different languages sometimes.hand towel | 10:45 am CDT
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