My grandmother has a laundry chute. It’s always been a fascinating thing to me. As children, my brother and I would test the chute’s capabilities. See where the towel or stuffed animal ended up in her basement. And always, it landed softly, in a heap, right next to her washer and dryer.
I’ve really wanted a laundry chute too. With each child added to the family, the desire grew. With each step I heaved those overflowing baskets up and down the steps. I needed it.
One morning the bathroom towels were backed up. Too much. Too heavy to heft. So I tossed them. I avoided the steps. With great abandon I threw them over the banister.
It was then I realized – I had my laundry chute! All this time it was right there. The towels landed in a heap, just steps from the laundry room door.
Who knew tossing laundry could elicit such joy? Just look out below!