If I ever write a book about my time in China, the title of it will be:
My Washing Machine Was a Boy Scout
And this will be the picture on the cover:
This is what my laundry looks like when it’s done washing. The white and blue are cotton shirts, the brown is a pair of summer-weight pants.
Yes, they are, quite literally, tied in knots–some of Gordian complexity. Considering that the machine has all the agitation of a sloth on Valium, I’m not quite sure how this happens.
Oh… and I don’t (yet) own an iron.