Unfiltered Story #414717

My wife and I both do laundry, but it tends to be mainly her job, (I do most of cleaning). So, when I went downstairs and found a laundry basket sitting by the washing machine, I put it in, turned it on and went about my day. When it was done, I put it in the dryer. And when it finished, I brought it upstairs to fold.

Later that night, my wife asked me where a certain load of laundry was. I pointed at the basket of laundry I had done and asked if that was it. She told me that: “No, that’s the laundry I did.”

Now I was confused. I told her I had done that load, she must be thinking of another load. She was adamant that she had done that exact load and remembered it distinctly. I told her she had to have been mistaken because I had just done that load and brought it upstairs.

After a long argument over who had done that load of laundry, I eventually asked her when she had done it. She told me she had done it yesterday. I asked her if she had carried it upstairs. She couldn’t remember.

Suddenly, thing were making sense. We figured out that she had done the laundry one day, but had left it in the laundry room. Then the next day, I had seen it, and washed the laundry again.

Mystery solved. But I’m never doing laundry without asking about it again.