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On Saturday I did three loads of laundry. One whites, one colored towels, one blacks. This morning I put on one of the black shirts I had "washed". When I stepped into the elevator, I got a whiff of a funky spell. That isn't too unusual, many times sweaty or over perfumed people who ride that car and leave behind an olfactory "gift".
But when I got into my car, I still smelled it. As I was driving to work, I realized what was going on. I "washed" the black load without any soap!
It was too late to turn around, so I'm just gonna stink for the whole day. And then this evening, I get to blow another $2.50 re-washing all those garments.
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