My roommate and his girlfriend had the day off yesterday. I guess they decided to do a few chores with their time, because they took the shower curtains down to wash them. A good thing too, those curtains were disgusting. Black mold grows on them, quickly, but that's another story.
The curtains hadn't been returned to the shower by the time I went to bed last night. It isn't like you have to put them in the dryer. Hang them back up on the curtain rod and they dry flat as could be -- no fuss. But these two are night owls, so I figured they might get to it before they went to bed, which is much later than my own bedtime.
OK. That's not true. I know them too well to think they would actually get to it before bed. They're not the type. Never mind that they spent all night in the basement computer-room some fifteen feet from the washing machine. We're talking about people who frequently leave a sink full of dirty pots and pans for days and some forgotten toast in the toaster for nearly a week.
I more or less figured my morning chores would include doing their chores for them, as I so often do. Believe me, not doing them isn't an option. I'll take some pictures of the dining room. You'll see. It isn't a fight you can win, because they're not fighting. It's how they live.
Anyhow, as I'm sure you've guessed by now, when I went downstairs to retrieve the wet shower curtains this morning, so I could maybe take a shower before work, they hadn't even been washed. They were sitting next to the washing machine, with a fresh coating of dust from being dragged across the basement floor.