Matchy matchy
Since their invention washing machines have saved us millions of hours of standing over tubs scrubbing clothes clean. We’ve been emancipated from our mangles, and can venture into the world while our clothes are magically washed. Or, you know, get on with the rest of the housework.
As great as they are, they are really only as good as the user, and this user is seriously lacking. Perhaps I’m being unfair, they may be colorblind, or just not paying attention. I can bet that they won’t make the same mistake again, seeing as they now have to wander around looking like a marshmallow man.