Small Victories

Small victories are still victories.  Perfect Moments have no size and need not be dramatic.

So, I hastily did some laundry this evening.  I diligently checked the pockets of my jeans.  I took out the keys.  I took out the USB drives.  I took out my lucky coins.  I also took out the tissue that was in one of the pockets.

For reasons that I still cannot fathom, my diligence did not extend to any of the other articles of clothing.  So, after the wash cycle was done, I discovered that I had left some tissues somewhere.  Luckily, however, they did not create the havoc that I normally expect them to do.  In fact, I was able to pull the tissue virtually intact from the washing machine when I was done.

I suppose this could be a comment on how tightly woven facial tissue is.  Though my stubble seems to make short work of it (leaving my face with many tiny particles), gushing blasts of water do not seem to tear it as you might expect.  I guess those people who work for city water weren’t kidding when they said don’t flush facial tissue.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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