No matter how many times I check, I’m always leaving something in my pockets that ends up in the laundry.
I’ve destroyed four pairs of expensive noise-cancelling headphones in the past year that way.
The signatures on my credit cards are all worn off, while any paper money ends up laid out on paper towels and pressed by an unabridged dictionary.
Every load ends up with a frosting of wet shredded kleenex.
Cigarettes… bubblegum… chocolate bars…
My pockets were a goopy, sloppy mess.
But not anymore.
I moved to a nudist colony, and I never have that problem ever again.