Apparently, some men know way too much about washing machines. (There ya go, Gnu.)

I wish I'd known that when I washed a new bright red t-shirt with my underwear. I was wearing pink for a while, although the only people who ever saw it were at the fire hall. I managed to keep my aplomb by ignoring questions like "Uh, is there something you're trying to tell us?" and statements like, "That'll really clash with your bunker gear and already does with your lid." Finally, one of the guys showed up wearing Donald Duck pyjamas and the focus shifted.