As I load the clothes into the top loader
the soundtrack begins to play
The gravelly voice, syllables deep and slow to emphasize the horror and the pain.
". . . and within seconds, which seemed like hours, my arm was ripped from it's socket and torn completely from my body."
Sheezus H Christ!
That laundromat horror story, legal ad is stuck completely and permanently in my head, somebody please stop those voices in my head.