Wet. Dripping. And then… something sloshed.
Linens are NOT supposed to slosh.
Suspicious, Mr. Smudg peeled back a sheet only to reveal… soup.
Literal. Soup.
Not in a bowl. Not in a container.
Just…loose, wet, in the sheet like someone attempted a snug burrito wrap but with minestrone, veggies, and sausage.
Then out it spilled, in the basket, onto the floor, into Mr. Smudg’s shoes.
He sighed. “Nothing warms the heart like a warm blanket—AND A SIDE OF SOUP?”
This week’s moral?
Keep the soup in the bowl, or honestly anywhere else…
And stop marinating the bedding.
Until next time,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still grumpy. Hopefully NOT with a shoe still full of soup.
#Hospitality #Humor #HousekeepingUnfiltered