So I decide to use my day off working on the Little Red Tactical Wagon and some overdue (Since last year) fence work. The Wife, bless her heart, has been asking me to fix the fence and clear all the accumulated crap I have back there. It is 90+ degrees, humidity in the high 70's and yours truly is a professional perspirator and that makes for lots of towels being used to dry myself off.
I had to suspend work because of an incoming storm so I decided to be a good husband and collect all towels for washing. I read the instructions on the detergent container, set the right levels on the washer, poured the indicated amount of detergent and let it rip. Next I got me a cigarrette and called the wife at work:
"Hi Babe, what's new?"
"Good news. 2/3 of the fence is fixed, you have an almost new gate, the Tac wagon is primed and there is a load of old stuff in the truck ready to be hauled to the dump."
"Great! you sure did a lot of work!"
"Hell yes! There are no dry towels left in the house. But don't worry, I got them all in the washer."
All of the sudden I fely my ear freeze to the phone like somebody poured liquid nitrogen on the speaker. Dead silence on the line. I almost though that I was in that celullar comercial where the line drops, but I could hear noises in the background.
"Honey? You there?"
"Did you put all the towels in the washer?'
"Did you separate colors?"
"Honey, You want me to separate the whites?"
"Honey? Baby cakes, Sweetie pie, You there?"
(frost comes out the phone)
"Go get the white towels out of the washer."
So my question is: How many cups of bleach do I need to get the pink out of the white towels? And hurry up because the wife gets home in an hour and a half!