There are many things Mr. Smudg expects to find in a pile of freshly laundered sheets: the occasional sock, a forever lost hair tie, the ghost of a room-service French fry…
What he doesn’t expect?
A full set of chewed off acrylic nails.
Detached. Glossy. Neon pink. And—because fate has a sense of humor—clearly bitten off in a fit of anxiousness, chaos, or passion. Possibly all the above, lined up like a sad little press-on crime scene across the inside scrunches of the fitted sheet.
“Oh good,” he muttered. “I guess it’s shedding season.”
Let’s review:
Ten nails. No fingers. One Mr. Smudg. Very concerned. Very grossed out.
Was it the stress of checkout time? An intense TV drama, maybe a revenge manicure? Did someone wake up mid-nap and decide they no longer believed in beauty standards? Ew.
We’ll never know.
But what we do know is this: nothing prepares you for peeling back a fitted sheet and finding what can only be described as the discarded armor of a long-weekend bachelorette warrior.
Naturally, Mr. Smudg reported the gross discovery to management.
Them: “Like… finger nails? Were they in good condition? My daughter has prom coming up next week.”
Mr. Smudg: “Depends on your definition of ‘good.’ They’ve seen some better days.”
He placed the nails in a biohazard discard bag (also known as a Ziploc with a sticky note that read “Do not reuse !! PLEASE DISCARD!!”) and filed it under “Unexpected Finds”– a high drama category.
This week’s moral?
Never underestimate a woman determined to remove her nails without acetone. And in laundry, as in life: it’s all fun and games until you’re picking press-ons out of pillowcases.
Until next time,
Mr. Smudg
Wounded. Weary. Wondering how many more hands he’ll meet… without the actual hands.
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