My wife-in-lesbian-sin and I get up really early to be at the office by 6:30am. This morning while shuffling to the front door to let the dogs out on the way to the shower, I noticed that our house had an oddly fresh scent. Squinting through the pre-dawn gloom, I saw what looked to be our gigantic bottle of laundry soap laying open on the kitchen floor. Yep, gallons and gallons of liquid soap all over everywhere, long-since oozed beneath our side-by-side fridge/freezer. Just dandy.
Once every towel (but one) in the house had been drafted for clean-up duty, I was shoo’d off to take my shower so that maybe we could still be on time for work. Mid-shower, the wife came running in saying, “I think I just made a big mistake. I need you to come out here and help me!”. See, she had tugged the fridge a bit too far away from the wall, and broke the thin hose that supplies the water for our ice-maker and door spout. So now there was water spraying all over the already spilled soap.
Fun times all around.
I kinked the tube closed until we could turn it off under the sink. I figured that it was because of wet lessons from the farm in childhood (which I had learned and she had apparently not) that had resulted in me having to come out of the shower to pinch off the tube, instead of her pinching it off.
Though there was an attempted smear campaign on the cats, Mrs. WeHaveCookies did admit that she often does not screw the lid of the detergent closed. A significant point in her favor was her observation that I would know this if I did more laundry. Touche, my love.
How the hell we didn’t hear 30 lbs of soap-filled jug hit the floor in the middle of the night, even if it was agitated off by a spin cycle, is beyond me.
Geez, that sucks. At least the smell is fresh though. You could have dropped a 5 gallon jug of pickled pigs feet. And now you just through the towels in the rinse cycle and they’re good!
Oh God that is a fantastic story, and will post continuously to this thread so we can beat the post count of those other obnoxious self-centered bastards! (with love)
There’s almost nothing harder to clean up than soap. It’s already clean - how do you clean something that’s clean? Somewhere in this whole existential mess, you realize that just adding water to soap only makes more soap, just ever so slightly diluted. And slippery! And you also realize that something can be dirty even if it is covered in soap. Funny thing is - Heloise never explained how to clean up soap.
So… you grab towels and attempt to blot it up. Now what? You’ve got towels that are supercharged with more soap than a piece of terrycloth has any right to hold. About now, you’re realizing that you could cut the towels into one-inch squares and toss one square in with each load of wash for the next few months and still have too much soap in the washing machine. And what happens with too much soap in the machine? Yep, it’s SUDS! Billows and drifts of suds will pour out of the washing machine.
Happily, there is something probably already in your laundry arsenal that will help deal with all that excessive soap - liquid fabric softener. It acts as a defoamer so you’ll have a chance of washing the soap out of the towels without filling the house with suds.
Although, the image of two lesbians slipping around on a kitchen floor covered in soap is…interesting. Where were the cats during all of this? Probably sagely watching from a safe distance. Our dog, well, she’d be right in the thick of it and tracking soapy paw prints everywhere.
I was interrupted mid-composition quite early this morning, so I finished up and posted as soon as I got back to my desk. I swear it was an MMP when it started. :o
Thankfully, even with 6 pets in the house, no one but the missus and I managed to track any soap anywhere. We’ll see what we come back to when we get home today. We left things stable but still not quite in order. I don’t really know what the hell we’re going to do with the towels. We were going to try soaking them and rinsing them a few times in the tub, and then try and throw them in one at a time with normal loads.
This also applies to dishwashers. If, hypothetically speaking, you are out of dish washer detergent and have already loaded all the dishes and are too lazy to wash them by hand and you figure that dish soap is still soap for dishes until the foam starts climbing out of the dishwasher onto the floor so you turn off the dishwasher and don’t know what to do now. You know, purely hypothetically.
You might learn this from your business partner’s wife, whose husband may have done the same thing himself once.
