— Five hours earlier
Kyle and his buddies are leaving the bar and they have been drinking. Kyle, who had been tending the bar, was the designated driver, as usual. Going to the car they notice Todd trying to put his keys in his car door, but he can’t. The keys keep falling on the ground, again and again. They know Todd goes to school an hour away and that’s where he’s planning to go. This is clearly not a good idea, so they gather him up and add him to the group in Kyle’s car.
They get to our house. Kyle hands out bottles of water, blankets, and pillows. My husband counts three bodies — each asleep on the floor as he goes to work at 5:20 a.m. Kyle, semi-conscious in the chair, assures his Dad that all is well and promptly goes back to sleep.
(7:00 a.m. or slightly after)
Kyle’s friend, Todd, stumbles into the laundry room and Kyle tells him, “No, Man — that’s not the bathroom — it’s on the other side of the kitchen.” Meanwhile, Kyle comes to the bottom of the stairs to answer my call. You see, I’ve been awakened around 7:00 a.m. by the unusual bumping sounds coming from my laundry room.
It is in that moment — the moment that Kyle comes to answer me at the bottom of the stairs, that Todd goes back into the laundry room, puts a handful of Bounce dryer sheets into the dryer for freshness, and proceeds to pee into our Maytag dryer!!
When Kyle tells me what has happened, I HUG him and tell him everything is going to be fine! My default in a crisis situation is a hug FIRST — then a quick reminder that it’s not the end of the world… yet. I tell him to GOOGLE it and do whatever it says to clean it up. This just can’t be the first time this has happened! I’ll bet you a million bucks we’ll find that some drunken frat boy somewhere has peed in a dryer before!
PART 3: REALLY SOON!