Laundry Day

 Today on the boat,

was a day when I had to do one of those chores

that I hate.

Laundry.

I threw my cloths in the washer at about 3pm

and when I went back to throw them in the dryer a few hours later,

they weren't there.

When I went to my room,

this is what I saw... 

( no, I don't seperate colors, I'm a guy.)

....my cloths neatly folded on my chair,

and like most high dollar hotels do,

a treat was sitting on top.

This is the work of my captain.

You see, he puts the candy on top as a bit of sarcasm,

as if to say,

"What am I, your maid?"

I always thank him for folding and delivering my cloths,

and this gives him the opportunity to go through his usual "bit",

"I'm the captain on here, why am I folding cloths? People should be folding my cloths.

I get no respect on here," he says as if I've never heard this act before.

Smiling, I respond,

"I appreciate it, but you don't have to fold them, just take them out

of the dryer and dump them in a pile if they're in the way. I forgot all about them."

When you live on a boat with people 180 days out of the year,

you get to know there habits pretty well.

I also know for a fact that the captain,

doesn't go more than 2 days in a row without doing a load of laundry.

So, I was pretty sure today

when I threw my cloths in the washer,

that the captain would be throwing his cloths in about 5PM

right before he went on watch.

I also knew he would fold and deliver my cloths

to my room, complete with a sarcastic sweet on top.

I also knew I was going to hear his "bit" again.

And that's ok.

I've been hearing that "bit" for about 3 years.