I give my friend Unai shit every time I can about hanging clothes to dry in a particular order. He’d picked me up from the airport on my surprise trip to Spain in 2011 and, while he made dinner I thought I’d help him with the laundry. “Clothes have to be hung in order, Henar”, he said with a worried look on his face, like I was disrespecting his shirts by putting them up to dry right along the towels. “Long clothing items on the outside, and short ones on the inside. The shirts with the shirts.” What a freak, I thought.
This morning, as I opened the dishwasher to place the last couple of items before running a load, I found myself once again exasperated when I saw the plates were facing the wrong way, the blue ones mixed in with the beige ones, bowls on the bottom rack and not the top one, and the most aggravating thing of all, the silverware arranged upside down and without rhyme nor reason. Whether it’s already or not, I always end up loading the dishwasher myself.
I guess the joke is really on me.
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