I had to vote "no." Why? Because in real life, a number of years ago, I didn't say ONE WORD. So, I can pretend I'm "all that" today. But? The truth is this: I, at the very least, follow Rod's "one time" rule.
Except, when it happened with me? I had evidence of multiple times.
One Saturday, like many, I did my wash. This was when I lived with a gal pal. I started with the dark and "delicate" items. Per usual, I tossed my clothes in the washing machine, poured the Woolite, and started the cycle. After the washing was done, I returned to do a load of colored items. I removed a few delicates to air dry while machine drying the rest. 30 minutes later when I went to retrieve my clothing? The smell wafting was NOT the sweet lavender scent of Downy dryer sheets. NOPE. I washed the clothes again. THIS time, I decided to go through the items, wondering WTF. Well, I found culprits: two pair o' her black undies mixed in with my dark items! OMG: even after two washings, they were still ripe. I didn't say ANYTHING. She had guys; we talked explicitly about what said guys did with and to her. I figured she had a unique body chemistry and no one was complaining, so. I just checked the washer AND dryer every time I did my laundry from that point.
Fast forward too many months later. My dear housemate learned that she had, ahem, neglected to remove a feminine hygiene product (oh, irony!), which was the source of the odor. She was flabbergasted and horrified when her doc found it during a routine exam. I, of course, wasn't surprised. The mystery was solved.
I had to vote "no." Why? Because in real life, a number of years ago, I didn't say ONE WORD. So, I can pretend I'm "all that" today. But? The truth is this: I, at the very least, follow Rod's "one time" rule.
Except, when it happened with me? I had evidence of multiple times.
One Saturday, like many, I did my wash. This was when I lived with a gal pal. I started with the dark and "delicate" items. Per usual, I tossed my clothes in the washing machine, poured the Woolite, and started the cycle. After the washing was done, I returned to do a load of colored items. I removed a few delicates to air dry while machine drying the rest. 30 minutes later when I went to retrieve my clothing? The smell wafting was NOT the sweet lavender scent of Downy dryer sheets. NOPE. I washed the clothes again. THIS time, I decided to go through the items, wondering WTF. Well, I found culprits: two pair o' her black undies mixed in with my dark items! OMG: even after two washings, they were still ripe. I didn't say ANYTHING. She had guys; we talked explicitly about what said guys did with and to her. I figured she had a unique body chemistry and no one was complaining, so. I just checked the washer AND dryer every time I did my laundry from that point.
Fast forward too many months later. My dear housemate learned that she had, ahem, neglected to remove a feminine hygiene product (oh, irony!), which was the source of the odor. She was flabbergasted and horrified when her doc found it during a routine exam. I, of course, wasn't surprised. The mystery was solved.