Last night, my wife was giving me a hard time about putting away the laundry.
You see, I don’t mind starting a load, or moving the laundry from the washer to the dryer, or even helping to fold the laundry, but for some reason, ever since I’ve been married, I can’t put laundry away in the drawers.
After a few minutes of guilting me into it, she throws me a pile of clothes that go in my drawers, messing up the folding job.
I pointed out to her that she completely wasted her time folding them if she was just going to throw them at me and mess them up, to which she responds: “it doesn’t matter, you’ll just throw them in the drawers anyway.”
