Sarah made a comment when bringing up a load of laundry the other day, something about not leaving stuff sitting in the washing machine. I remember replying “right, ‘cuz it will smell like mildew.”
I now realize she wasn’t making an offhanded comment, but was referring to the specific load of laundry she was carrying.
The clothes I am now wearing.
My cube has taken on a musty, basementy smell, centered around my musty self.
Bleh.