It was early. Too early.
Mr. Smudg opened the washer mid-cycle and was immediately hit with the smell of over-roasted chaos.
Someone had tossed a full travel mug of coffee into the washer and it detonated mid-spin.
The towels came out looking like mocha marshmallows. The sheets? A caffeinated watercolor.
Smudg took one look and muttered, “Well, at least something around here got a good cup of joe.”
Cleanup? Took hours. The stains? Eternal. The smell? Somehow both cozy and catastrophic.
And yes, someone actually called the front desk later that day asking if “laundry had seen their favorite travel mug.”
Smudg’s answer? “Oh, I’ve seen it. I’ve lived it. I dismantled a washing machine because of it.”
This week’s lesson:
Check before you chuck.
Travel mugs are not towels.
And coffee belongs in cups, not towel cycles.
Until next time,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still grumpy. Still running entirely on bitterness—and not just the brewed kind.
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