Yesterday, decided to go shower.
Grabbed my clothes and dropped them in the bathroom.
Realized, I needed to look up something on internet so went out again.
Dad roamed into the same bathroom. Potty time.
After he leaves, I give it a good 30 mins for the odor to dissipate.
Walk in and realized my clothes disappeared …
“Did I bring it out when I checked my internet?”
Checked my laptop, no clean clothes.
“Hmm, maybe my dad thought it was dirty clothes and threw it in the hamper.”
Checked hamper, no clean clothes.
Checked my room, no clean clothes.
Checked my lil’ bro Nghia Nguyen’s room, found my clean clothes.
Got me thinking.
Apparently, my dad assumed that since the clothes were on the ground in the bathroom THAT they must be dirty.
And then he thought, who in the house leaves dirty clothes laying around the floor all the time?
Obviously, not Thao (me). He is too neat, tedious, and mature.
Has to be Nghia. Only that son could be capable of such monstrosity. I should dis-own. That will teach him to throw dirty laundry on the floor.
Why can’t he be more like Thao!
(Since we are on the topic of being wrongly accused. Last week, I took Nghia to the hospital when he told me, “Something smells weird in your car. Did you fart?” I really appreciate the fact that you attribute all un-identifable, weird-smelling stank to me. I AM capable of exuding pleasant aroma. I just choose not to exude it.)