dancingpsalmist
11-29-2007, 09:57 AM
Talking Laundry Dialogue
Hey Green Shirt, Green Shirt, Wake Up!
Red Blouse, what’s wrong?
Will you help get this dirty sock off of me?
Red Blouse, don’t you realize it’s 2 a.m.?
Yeah, but that blue blanket won’t keep me warm. It thinks I’m not classy enough for it
just because I’m not raw silk.
Ah, never mind the Raw Silks—they’re just snobs
Yeah, they treat us like dirt, even though she doesn’t spend the money to have them dry
cleaned any more and washes them “just like the rest of us”.
That’s where you’re wrong, Red Blouse, she doesn’t wash them “just like the rest of us.”
WE get thrown in the washer with knee socks that smell like rotten oysters—while
THEY get hand laundered and hung on plastic hangers in her nice warm bathroom. WE
go in the dryer and get motion sickness…..or squished….or both. Remember, We’re
polyester.--those raw silks, now THEY’VE got class.
Yeah, but Green, did you notice? She’s only got three of THEM: red, pink, and black.
Why, just the other day, I heard her say she wouldn’t buy any more of THEM; THEY’RE
too much work. Didn’t she also say most people can’t tell the difference between
polyester and raw silk? These new blends are very good quality and she does wash US
on delicate.
Yeah, but how about getting strangled by all those pantyhose, or tangled up in a bra hook,
Red?
Yeah, Green, hasn’t she ever heard of washing her hose in a sleazy, worn pillowcase? I
even hear it’s better for them and they don’t run as bad. Of course, maybe they need to
run. If I had to fit around those ugly legs, I’d run -- ALL THE WAY TO SIBERIA, or
maybe even LENINGRAD.
Yeah, but then You’d have to learn Russian.
Rushin’ where? I am ready to go back to sleep. Say, Green, can you give me a hand
with this towel? Maybe I can make a pillow out of it. Maybe we’ll get back to the closet
soon.
Hey Green Shirt, Green Shirt, Wake Up!
Red Blouse, what’s wrong?
Will you help get this dirty sock off of me?
Red Blouse, don’t you realize it’s 2 a.m.?
Yeah, but that blue blanket won’t keep me warm. It thinks I’m not classy enough for it
just because I’m not raw silk.
Ah, never mind the Raw Silks—they’re just snobs
Yeah, they treat us like dirt, even though she doesn’t spend the money to have them dry
cleaned any more and washes them “just like the rest of us”.
That’s where you’re wrong, Red Blouse, she doesn’t wash them “just like the rest of us.”
WE get thrown in the washer with knee socks that smell like rotten oysters—while
THEY get hand laundered and hung on plastic hangers in her nice warm bathroom. WE
go in the dryer and get motion sickness…..or squished….or both. Remember, We’re
polyester.--those raw silks, now THEY’VE got class.
Yeah, but Green, did you notice? She’s only got three of THEM: red, pink, and black.
Why, just the other day, I heard her say she wouldn’t buy any more of THEM; THEY’RE
too much work. Didn’t she also say most people can’t tell the difference between
polyester and raw silk? These new blends are very good quality and she does wash US
on delicate.
Yeah, but how about getting strangled by all those pantyhose, or tangled up in a bra hook,
Red?
Yeah, Green, hasn’t she ever heard of washing her hose in a sleazy, worn pillowcase? I
even hear it’s better for them and they don’t run as bad. Of course, maybe they need to
run. If I had to fit around those ugly legs, I’d run -- ALL THE WAY TO SIBERIA, or
maybe even LENINGRAD.
Yeah, but then You’d have to learn Russian.
Rushin’ where? I am ready to go back to sleep. Say, Green, can you give me a hand
with this towel? Maybe I can make a pillow out of it. Maybe we’ll get back to the closet
soon.