Well, I'm not really sure why I'm going to tell you
this little story,
because I'm sure it's only amusing to me.
But,
you get what you pay for.
And even though what I'm about to tell you happened
over 25 years ago,
I honestly think of it almost every single
time I change the sheets on my bed.
*~*~*~*~*
When I was 14/15 years old, I babysat a lot
AND cleaned houses for a couple
of people to make money until I was old
enough to get a real job.
One of the houses I cleaned was for a little old man.
Fred.
He was old.
I mean, really old.
And smoked like a chimney.
And met up with his old-man buddies daily
at the local pharmacy to sit and chat..
and smoke.
At the pharmacy.
Boy, we've come a long way, baby.
Anyway,
none of that really has to do with my story,
I'm just paintin' a picture for you.
I always did a couple of loads of laundry
for Fred while I was cleaning his
little home.
I would strip the bed,
throw the sheets in the laundry
and put on fresh ones.
Then, by the time I was done cleaning the house,
the sheets would be ready to be folded
and put in the linen closet.
Riveting, I know.
But one day when I was getting ready to leave,
Fred had a question about the sheets.
As I recall, he even called me over to the closet
to show me what he was talking about.
He asked me bluntly,
"Don't you know how to fold a fitted sheet?"
As I starred at the wad that I had just stuffed on the shelf,
I was perplexed and since I really had no defensive
answer, I simply said,
"No."
He happily told me that when his sisters came to visit
next they would show me how to fold a fitted sheet
properly.
Super!
That's just what every 14ish year old girl dreams of.
Well,
sure enough the sisters came for a visit and they
taught me how to fold a fitted sheet...
PERFECTLY.
Honest to goodness,
I was amazed at how extremely flat
that mysterious bed covering became.
I kid you not,
it was basically a magic act.
I was thrilled, truly.
It was a life lesson that not every girl has
the chance to learn.
But....
to this very day,
I can't remember, for the life of me,
how to do it.
At least not the way Fred's sisters taught me.
And I'm pretty sure they're dead now.
Or around 115 years old.
That's my little story.
this little story,
because I'm sure it's only amusing to me.
But,
you get what you pay for.
And even though what I'm about to tell you happened
over 25 years ago,
I honestly think of it almost every single
time I change the sheets on my bed.
*~*~*~*~*
When I was 14/15 years old, I babysat a lot
AND cleaned houses for a couple
of people to make money until I was old
enough to get a real job.
One of the houses I cleaned was for a little old man.
Fred.
He was old.
I mean, really old.
And smoked like a chimney.
And met up with his old-man buddies daily
at the local pharmacy to sit and chat..
and smoke.
At the pharmacy.
Boy, we've come a long way, baby.
Anyway,
none of that really has to do with my story,
I'm just paintin' a picture for you.
I always did a couple of loads of laundry
for Fred while I was cleaning his
little home.
I would strip the bed,
throw the sheets in the laundry
and put on fresh ones.
Then, by the time I was done cleaning the house,
the sheets would be ready to be folded
and put in the linen closet.
Riveting, I know.
But one day when I was getting ready to leave,
Fred had a question about the sheets.
As I recall, he even called me over to the closet
to show me what he was talking about.
He asked me bluntly,
"Don't you know how to fold a fitted sheet?"
As I starred at the wad that I had just stuffed on the shelf,
I was perplexed and since I really had no defensive
answer, I simply said,
"No."
He happily told me that when his sisters came to visit
next they would show me how to fold a fitted sheet
properly.
Super!
That's just what every 14ish year old girl dreams of.
Well,
sure enough the sisters came for a visit and they
taught me how to fold a fitted sheet...
PERFECTLY.
Honest to goodness,
I was amazed at how extremely flat
that mysterious bed covering became.
I kid you not,
it was basically a magic act.
I was thrilled, truly.
It was a life lesson that not every girl has
the chance to learn.
But....
to this very day,
I can't remember, for the life of me,
how to do it.
At least not the way Fred's sisters taught me.
And I'm pretty sure they're dead now.
Or around 115 years old.
That's my little story.
