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Saturday morning meant one thing for Susan—doing the laundry. She hated
doing the laundry. Unenthusiastically, she took the pillow cases off all the
pillows. Then she removed the fitted sheet from the mattress. She took the towel
off the towel bar in the bathroom.
She grabbed a couple of dirty dish towels out of the kitchen, and looked
all around her apartment for anything else that needed washing.
In the corner of her living room, a can of coins sat on top of the file
cabinet. She fished out seven quarters. She opened the cabinet under her kitchen
sink and grabbed a plastic bottle of liquid detergent.
Finally, she set her electronic timer for 35 minutes. The timer would
remind her that the washing was done, and that it was time to go back downstairs
and put the clothes into the dryer for 40 minutes. Without the timer, Susan
would completely forget to check her clothes.
Susan carried the laundry basket downstairs. How happy she would be when
her laundry was done for this week. As she approached the laundry room, she
heard a familiar sound. The sound was the washer washing and the dryer drying.
One of her neighbors had got there before her. Muttering, Susan took her basket
back upstairs. |
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发表于 2016-7-10 09:22:18