The Front Loading Washing Machine Incident

Here’s how it feels to look fondly into the happily-sloshing contents of the industrial-sized front-loading washing machine, as it slurps away at the dirt and unspeakables ingrained in the motel bedspread from Room 4 …  and spy to your horror the Telstra USB stick belonging to the incumbent in Room 4 happily sloshing around with everything else, most notably Dalby water and soapsuds.

Shitty. Really really shitty. That’s how it feels.


© Jane Grieve –

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