I separated my loads. Towels in one, clothes in another. And you know what?
My clothes started lasting longer. The colors stayed brighter. The fabrics felt newer.
Sylvie, being Sylvie, noticed immediately. “Finally joined the dark side, huh?”
I laughed. “You were right.”
She grinned.
“I usually am.”
But the real twist came a few weeks later. Sylvie called me in a panic. “Mara, can you come over?
The washing machine won’t drain.”
When I got to her apartment, she was standing in front of the washer, a puddle spreading slowly across the floor. “Did you check the filter?” I asked. She bit her lip.
“I didn’t know there was a filter.”
I sighed, grabbed a flashlight, and pulled off the bottom panel. The filter was completely clogged—with lint. We spent the next hour cleaning it out.
Clumps of towel lint, fabric fuzz, even a few coins. As we worked, Sylvie looked embarrassed. “Guess all those perfectly separated loads weren’t so perfect after all.”
I smiled.
“Nobody’s perfect. We all mess up.”
She chuckled. “Okay, okay.
I’ll stay on top of the filter from now on.”
That moment kind of stuck with me. We all have our blind spots. I thought I was being efficient.
Sylvie thought she was being careful. In the end, both of us had something to learn. Sometimes, it’s not about being right or wrong.
It’s about being open—to advice, to learning, to helping each other out when things go sideways. Now, laundry day has become a bit of a running joke between us. We FaceTime while folding, trading tips and laughing at how seriously we once argued over something so small.
But I also think about it every time I’m tempted to cut corners—whether in laundry or in life. Saving a little time now isn’t worth ruining something valuable in the long run. 👉 If you’ve ever learned a lesson the hard way like this, share your story in the comments!
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