The Fanstastic Ms. Fox

It was to replace the last bottle of laundry detergent, that my roomie and I went though. The side said "40 washes" but we went through it waaay faster than that. He's since moved out, so I figured I was good for over a year.

I just went downstairs to do laundry. The first bottle was almost out. It wasn't thick - it had about 1 hl of water in it - to rinse out the detergent. I have a guest right now. I guess that was him thinking ahead.

So I went over to crack open the second one. It was light. Turning it open without a crack, there was only a splatter of water in it.

This is one of those real-life events that resembles a "character" moment in fiction.

I've "borrowed" someone else's detergent. Once. It was a weird sitch where I'd had an accident and was barely mobile. Then I went out and bought my own. I think I put a little money under the one I borrowed from too.

Then again, my downstairs neighbours, mother and son, are pretty broke. It's understandable.

But I'm not leaving it downstairs anymore.