When I did my own laundry for the first time, Mom and Dad assumed I was washing my sheets because I started having those “special” dreams. But really I had just learned in Boy Scouts that dryer lint is the perfect tinder for starting fires.
So if I’m ever stranded on a deserted island, forget food and shelter. First thing I’m looking for are the washer and dryer connections.
(I saved this pile during the two years I lived in Arkansas. I probably should have gotten out more.)