Well now that was concerning, but they -especially he- couldn't get involved, the current job was too important to sidetrack or derail that way.

"One to wear and one to wash is a step above fast food workers with a single shirt, so yes. Asshole behavior." He shrugged, whipping a strip of boxer's tape around the stack of folded towels to keep them together, "My husband would tell you that 'normal' is what you make of it, and my little sister," the barest hesitation because it had been on the tip of his tongue to refer to her as our little sister, since she was, "would tell you that normal is simply a setting on a washer."

He shook his head, "And for me, I don't think 'normal' really exists, people are too varied for that and can't agree on what habits are 'normal' as it is. It's a collective assumption, that's all."