Here is the cat puke, soaking wet comforter story that you have all been waiting for:
Barney, my cat, is 16. He ate some new food which didn’t agree with his stomach. He immediately hurled all over our comforter. As we live in a loft, this needed to be attended to immediately. Unfortunately, our washing machine is too small to fit the gigantic comforter.
Luckily there is a laundromat right around the corner. Brian takes the cat puke covered mess and starts it and tells me exactly where to go to get it. Cut to a half hour later. I am not doing anything except sitting on my butt, so I go over early to get the comforter. I figure I can read a magazine or something. I check machine #3. There is stuff in there but it is certainly not our comforter.
I go to the desk and ask. No English, but luckily, I know a decent amount of Spanish so I find out exactly no new information except that my comforter is not in this machine. I check all the others and find nothing. I am thinking that I must be in the wrong place because there is no way that the comforter would be even finished washing by this point. Still, I check all around in dryers and at the folding station. Nothing.
I remember that there is a laundromat across the street so I go there. Nothing. Absolutely no comforters to be found anywhere. I call Brian and he is like, “Who would steal a soaking wet, old, cat puke covered comforter?” My thoughts exactly.
