I just got out of the shower, hair dripping down my face, and reached for my towel only to find it's still in the washer. Of all the days my roommate was supposed to switch it out, apparently he spaced it. Now I'm standing here feeling like a dripping wet prune, forced to dry off with a tattered old gym towel that's about as absorbent as cardboard.
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