While folding my laundry, the white haired woman next to me, who looked like she could be the less dowdy sister of Granny in the Tweety & Sylvester cartoons, asked out of the blue, "Are you single?"
I was surprised. Was she hitting on me? But I managed to reply, "Uh, yes."
"I thought so, because of how well you fold your things."
"I've had decades of practice. I've been doing my own laundry since I was a teenager."
"My husband refuses to learn."
"I did the laundry even when I was married."
We returned to folding our respective laundry. That's when I noticed she (or possibly her laundry-phobic husband) likes lime green bikini panties. Maybe Tweety's Granny does, too. How would we know?