Barry has been schooled in the fine art of decorative bathroom towels this week. I know this isn't something most men would understand. Towels are towels, right? Um, no! Towels are only meant for use if they are folded and put away in the linen closet. If they are really pretty, never been used and folded nice and fancy like all while hanging on a rack out in the open in the bathroom, then, clearly they aren't meant for every day use. Duh. Here, they look a little like this. These aren't our towels, just some I found on Google, but you get the idea.
So anyway, in our bathroom, we have a a towel rack with fancy towels. They are just there for decoration because they match the bathroom decor. Can't use 'em, nope. The other day, I noticed one of these said towels was missing. I looked high and low for it and located it hanging on the door handle. It appeared to have been used. I was flabbergasted. Who would use a decorative bathroom towel for everyday use? It just isn't done. Since it is just me and Barry and our two cats here, I immediately knew who the culprit was. After all, I've never seen the cats use a towel. It had to be Barry! I confronted him right away. Here is the conversation that occurred.
Me: (Leading Barry into the bathroom in front of the decorative towel rack.) So, I noticed a towel missing from this rack.
Barry: (Looking a little confused.) Aye.
Me: But this these towels are just here to be pretty. Not to use.
Barry: (Rolling his eyes.)Awk, I know but I was in a hurry, sure. There weren't any other towels in the closet.
Me: (I march over to the closet to prove him wrong.) Yes there are. I just washed a bunch and put in here yesterday.
Barry: (Clearly annoyed and to be honest who could blame him, I was being a little weird over towels.) I didn't see 'em, hi.
End of conversation.
So, let's fast forward a few days. Barry and I were talking in the bathroom while he was washing his hands. At that current moment, all the useable towels were being washed. He went to reach for a non-decorative towel to dry his hands and couldn't find one. My fault. I was slacking in my laundry duties, I know. He stood with his hands dripping wet. Here is the conversation that followed:
Barry: (Looking at me, confused.) What do I do here?
Me: (Laughing because I recall our previous decorative towel conversation.) Dry your hands.
Barry: With what? (As he looks at the decorative towel rack). These are ornamental and I can't use these?
Me: (Laughing because he said "ornamental." And, I was also quite impressed that he knew which towels were decorative and which weren't. I then pick up a decorative towel and hand to him, since they were the only clean ones in the flat at the moment.) Here, use this. You said "ornamental" (Giggles.).
Barry: (Afraid to take the towel in his hand, obviously unsure of the wrath he would unleash from using a fancy towel.) Are ye sure?
Me: (Using my new Irish accent.) Aye, use it. It is all we have right now.
Barry: Alright, hi.
So anyway, towel lesson learned. I know Barry must be enjoying married life so much. He really is learning a lot.
P.S. Please note the sarcasm I'm using in this post. I'm truly not an anal witch when it comes to towels. I'm also a little bit drunk as I write this since I just had my first night out with some girls here in Derry.
So, until next time...use the right towels.