I was recently working on a grad school paper and doing laundry to feel slightly more productive. Amidst the typing tedium of technical writing, I heard running water. Loud water. I opened the door and was accosted by water spewing directly at me from a small white pipe. This renegade washer pipe had unattached itself. My splash-mountain ride continued until I found the shut off dial. The floor was covered with an inch of water, which I quickly sopped up with absorbent dry goods: towels, sweatshirts, stuffed animals. I tend to think these events are apocalyptic, while Clint calmly fixes the problem. With some twisting and glue, it was good as new. I now understand the concept of dry cleaning at a much more personal level.
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