Saturday, May 17, 2003

My Own Personal Foam Party

I stood watching the washing machine today. Unlike most washing machines, ours has the peculiar feature of continuing the wash cycle even when the top’s open. You get to watch your clothes spin around in frothy washwater around the center rotator thingamajig. It actually feels kind of wrong, though. The way the water slops around and splashes out onto the floor leaving white, filmy residue is like watching the bodily functions of some alien life form — an alien life form that cleans my clothes.

I like aliens like that.