Story of a lost journalist

March 23, 2008

Talking clothes are fussy

Filed under: Conversation,Imagination — Cris @ 18:17

I just had my bath and was putting my used clothes into my laundry hamper. This happened to be a mighty talky set of clothes and I mean talky!

Clothe: Hey where you putting me?

Me: Into the laundry hamper

Clothe: Why!

Me: Cause I can take all my used clothes to the washing machine later

Clothe: A washing machine? You mean I will get washed there?

Me: Bingo you are a wise clothe!

Clothe: Are you crazy?? I will drown in all that soap water! Washing machines are merciless machines. They just keep throwing water at you!

Me: Would you relax? All clothes are washed ok? It’s always been so! You are not the first one!

Clothe: Haven’t you ever wondered why they stop talking once they are washed? Cause they die you idiot!

Me: No offense, but clothes are not living. They are dead already so they can’t die again!

Clothe: Alright then go ahead and kill me. But one day, I tell you, one day there is going to be a clothe court and a clothe home-department and they will see to it that justice is given to us clothes! And you will be spending ages and ages in clothe prison!

Me: Sigh! So what do you want me to do? You want me to leave you all dirty?

Clothe: I don’t have any objection to that

Me: You won’t! It’s me who is going to wear you and not the other way!

Clothe: So you don’t bathe either. I don’t mind having to spend my time with a dirty girl. We will compromise

Me: What? I can’t just not bathe!

Clothe: Oh yes you could. That means more free time for you. And that means more sleep.

I thought for a while. Though the proposition did seem to interest me for a while I had to get back to reality. 
“You almost got me there”. I took it to washing and the next time I took it to wear I heard a sigh.

Me: Still alive?

Clothe: Don’t talk to me

Me: What happened?

Clothe: You dipped me in soap. Do you know what it feels like to have chemicals all over yourself? Killin’ me was better

Me: So you didn’t drown

Clothe: No and now that I learned to swim I have no hope of suicide.

Well that’s the story of one big pessimistic clothe.

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3 Comments »

  1. You misspelt cloth!

    Comment by Nikhil — March 25, 2008 @ 08:32 | Reply

  2. u r absolutely crazy… c r a z z y.. ala SRK style..

    i think i like tat… cause im also nuts.!!

    rock on..

    Comment by gangs — March 25, 2008 @ 16:12 | Reply

  3. Dirty cloths good topic 🙂 I used to wear all black a major period of my life, I only had 2 pair of good ones, The people always sees me in black and they assume it is my style/ trend. 🙂 but being so long with me, they never talked to me, or is it I never talked to them.

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 9, 2012 @ 15:01 | Reply


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