From Backpack to Garment Bag

Chink, chink. I heard the electronic lock on the hotel door release and in walked Tom looking pretty swanky in his designer suit.

“Hi, babe. How was your…”

He stopped mid-sentence when he turned the corner and saw me forearm-deep in a sink full of dirty laundry in the hotel bathroom, scrubbing my underwear and shirts and draping them across the shower to dry. 

His initial thought was to remind me that we do have money to pay for laundry services now. But a more pressing question entered his mind instead:

“Why in the world do you have so many dirty clothes already?”

I had arrived just two days ago to meet Tom in Australia.

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