"Is it TOO much to ask to simply place your dirty cloths into the appropriate baskets? I mean.. it's so simple! Darks, lights, towels—I have them labeled. But NOOoo he just dumps them in the floor!"
The blond chic at my checkout line was loudly venting.
"Good luck with that" I smiled, trying to brighten her mood "We men can be creatures of habit!"
"Oh he'll learn. Men can be taught. My ex learned real quickly to sort his cloths right after I started putting Nair® in his shampoo and Benadryl® in his tea. If he didn't want to be drugged and hairless he would do as I said!"
"Honey, you sound like something outta the Shining." An older woman in line told her.
"I don't care. My house, my rules. Live with me an' you gotta do as I say or earn the consequences."