I talk to my pets all the time. Back when I worked in a call center, I’m pretty sure my conversations with my car or my bird (see avatar for picture of bird) were more intelligent than some I had with callers.
I pay a few bills every month by using a pen to write on a check to put in an envelope to seal up with a drop of water to stick a stamp on to drop in the mailbox.
I do not know about Nessie, but the Yeti’s cousin Bigfoot really might be more comfortable wearing a bra.
I have done several unofficial studies on clothes going into the laundry right side out & coming out of the washer wrong side out.
I make sure that all the clothes were/are right side out going into the washer. About 1/2 of them come out wrong side out. When I use the drier, it has no effect on the the wrong or right of things. If it goes in right side out it is right side out at the end of the cycle.
I have tested 25 loads in the washer & 18 in the drier so far. The clothes line also does not flip clothes inside out. Seven loads for it.
Jeans always stay the way they were, everything else seems to flip about 1/2 of the load.
Now that data really should count for mundane stuff.
Clothing is manufactured with the seam stitching on the outside, visible. That is the natural way the clothing wants to rest. How else could clothing easily be made?
When it comes out of the laundry with what most of us consider inside out, it has actually turned it self into it original relaxed state while in the machinery.
Try a web search on “wearing clothes inside out superstition”.
Back when I was taking Chem 101, we were taught to NEVER hand something directly to a person, but to put it down within their reach. The reason was that you don’t want two people juggling a beaker of strong acid - so follow the aforementioned safety rule EVERY time. I still to this when passing the salt.
This kid I knew ages ago (he was about 8 then-- he’s at least 50 now…) went through a period where he wore all of his clothes inside out. The parents were delightful, free-spirited, hippy-dippy types (this was in Austin back when it really was weird). The kid’s teacher would call them and say, “Bobby showed up at school today, and all his clothes were inside out.” The Dad would reply, “You know, we noticed that, too.”
Aside: they were really a very cool family. All four children were born at home. They also were adherents of The Family Bed, and the parents and children slept in one ginormous bed from when the kids were babies until, inevitably (and normally), as the kids got older, they wanted their own beds. The kids’ beds were roll-up futon-type pads in their own rooms that they tucked away during the daytime so there would be more floor space for playing.
This post reminds me of the time a co-worker, who had a child in the same school as my son, said to me on the commuter train, “Do you know that your son has been wearing skirts to school?!”
Why yes, I did know he was wearing skirts to school, and to a variety of other venues. He borrowed money from me to purchase his first skirt. (He had the money at home, just not on his person.) We aren’t nearly as hippy-dippy as the family you describe, but I wasn’t going to police the gender expression of my teen-age child, either. It’s not as if he was unaware of the significance of wearing a skirt.
When I remove a t-shirt, it is ALWAYS outside-out. When my husband removes a t-shirt, it is ALWAYS inside-out. But when I take them out of the dryer, they are mixed 50/50. I always fix them before hanging them up.