Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Let's Talk about Sex and Towels

Now that I have your attention, I mean sex as in gender.
Let's talk about men and towels.
I love my husband, make no mistake, but he has certain annoying behaviors that I feel surely are not restricted to him alone, and I'll bet you can help me with this quandary.
It's about towels. Specifically bath towels, be they body or hand.
Here's the question: are men allergic to towel rods? Usually, after a shower, my husband disposes of the wet rag either by throwing it on the floor or into the clothes hamper. According to him, anytime he puts something in a hamper should be a time for a treat and a pat on the head. Granted, but not wet towels, and invariably that seems to be the only thing for which he is willing to walk all two steps to the hamper. All other articles of clothing are but detritus on the linoleum, which are dodged and scooted until his morning ritual is complete. Then, of course, they are forgotten altogether and magically appear the next day, folded/hung/mended in the closet/dresser/rag bag as though fairies live amongst the clothes hangers to do his bidding. Someday he'll realize that in this house, if you see a critter without a collar, it is not Disney animation, it needs to be killed or shooed or at the very least, yelled at to go away.
Hand towels. They are a different genus all together. Once my husband uses the hand towel (always for something other than water removal; it's astounding how many hair products and lotions and powders this man can use in a day, all wiped off of the offending hands and onto my poor sad little towels) it is stuffed, there is just no other word for it, into the towel rack. Sixteen inches of cloth shoved into a one inch space between rack and wall. Not to mention the countless diseases lurking in the moist folds because they are strangled within a cold metal bar.
I have pictures.
And I hope you sense the bitterness with which I write, because I feel someone needs to take a stand for terry cloth. Few towels are left, and no one else can save them.

2 comments:

  1. Great post Michelle, this sounds so much like my 26 year old son though he is a bit worse! lol
    Thank you so much for leaving your lovely comment on my blog! It is so nice to meet you!
    I’m so glad you stopped by and entered in my giveaway, Good Luck!
    Hugs, Carol Anne

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  2. There must be something wrong with me; I carefully hang the towel on the rod so it may be used by me again. One towel a week is not bad, right?

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