While I was on duty the other day a lady came in from the laundryroom saying that the washer had destroyed a pair of her underwear. She even showed me the evidence.
She was nice about it, but as she was folding her laundry the count on shredded underwear got as high as 7 pairs...hers and her husband's. It seemed odd and we couldn't figure out what had caused the problem since neither of us had ever seen a washer do something like that. We assumed it was because she had it on the highest setting.
I left a note for the office manager so she'd know what had happened in case anyone else had the same problem.
This morning I was out walking Dooley and the same lady stopped to tell me that she'd sovled the mystery. "I'm so embarrassed," she said. "But it was our dog. We figured it out later when we remembered that we'd left the laundry in a pile on the floor and went to lunch before we came home to do laundry."
Mystery solved. I'm like the Encyclopedia Brown of the KOA.
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