Washing Machine Blues

Good title for a song.
12 bar excellence talking about troubles with a washing machine. It would be pure hit magic. Better than the blues talking about your baby leaving and taking the dog and truck.

And I have a new verse for this song.

I am a lazy washer. I don't check pockets of my clothes before I wash them. So tissues are a problem when I have a cold. I think most people know the pain of a tissue infested load of washing. Major pain in the arse.

I have found the next step in the pain in the arse ladder.

Try washing a packet of chewing gum.

Yes, one packet of chewing gum (Not the type with the hard outer shell but the type that is 7 strips per packet) opened and with 5 peices still intact, well before the washing machine got at them.

So I opened the washing machine and my first question was "What the hell is that?"
and then as I reached for it and pulled it off the botton of the machine, my brain just went "Ah crap!"
So I pull out all the washing, noticing all the little bits of paper stuck to the clothes. But then I pull out a new shirt, worn twice and bought 2 weeks ago. 4 pieces of chewy located at various parts of the shirt.

Insert expletive here and repeat.

Ok so I peeled them off and hung it up to dry, in a vain hope that being dry would make it easier to remove the rest of the gum that is still stuck to the shirt. We will see how that theory works, but I have my doubts as to its effects.

There are about two things about this incident that make me grateful for small mercies.
1: Only one shirt copped the gum and more clothes were not hurt.
2: The shirt only cost $7. So only the loss of time hunting it out was lost. (I was a nice shirt though, dress shirt and all.)

Many brain fades at the moment. Will have to try and get it back into gear so that I don't eat soap instead of cheese.
Feel very stupid at the moment.

I've got those washing machine, chewing gum blues.