The Danger of Doing Laundry with Your Companion

This one is based on a true story.

When I entered the MTC, my companion and I decided it would be a good idea to do laundry together. That way we'd save a little money. The first week we shared the washer and drier, the fuzzy towel his girlfriend sent with him left little, fuzzy balls all over my socks--his were find, mind you. I spent half of my P-Day picking the fuzz off of my socks (you can tell I was new because within a couple of months, I just would have worn them--fuzz and all).

Shortly after that first laundry day, my companion began to complain about a lost fountain pen his girlfriend had given him. Sure enough, we found it after we took our whites out of the drier the next week. Strangely, all the large ink marks could be found on my whites, while my companions clothes suffered relatively no damage.

After that, we I decided to do laundry separately. The story ends happily as my companion's girlfriend waited for him and they were married shortly after he returned from his mission. As for me, I got a gag out of it.