Bush, search party of three.
“When you go a resturant on the weekends and it’s busy so they start a waiting list. They say Dufrane, party of two, table ready for Dufrane, party of two , and if no one answers they’ll say the name again, Dufrane, party of two. But then if no one answers, they’ll move on to the next name. Bush party of three. Yeah, but what happened to the Dufranes? No one seems to care, who can eat at a time like this? People are missing. You people are selfish. The Dufranes are in someone’s trunk right now ,with duct tape over their mouths and they’re hungry. That’s a double whammy! We need help! Bush search party of three. You can eat once you find the Dufranes.” Mitch Hedberg
Down in my laundry room, there’s a bag of clothes with a note on it from the Assistant Super. “These clothes have been sitting here for a week, please claim them or they will be thrown out!” First off, let’s ignore the fact that the clothes should at least be donated to the Sally-Ann or something. Why throw out perfectly good (and freshly laundered) clothes?
But let’s look at this a bit further. Now, I consider myself a normal person with a normal sized closet, but how do you lose a load of clothes and just not notice? Like I would notice if suddenly I no longer had pants and only had five socks to my name. Same goes if all of the sudden I have a single towel.
Something more treacherous is obviously afoot. Maybe instead of making threats about disposing of clothing, perhaps we should be making sure that a random college girl from the seventh floor hasn’t been abducted or some old lady on the fourth floor isn’t dead in her bed and slowly being eaten by her cats (it’s a pet-free building but work with me here). Just when you think too much about this, it could be a pretty troubling scenario.
On a side note, which is perhaps related, by barely so: watching clothes spin in the dryer has to be almost as hypnotic as watching a fire. I don’t separate my whites from my darks (all in cold water, I’m not a total idiot), but the combination of the spinning colours and such is hard to look away from.