Tine Out! (PSA)

I didn’t plan on dropping a fork into the lint trap of our dryer. I mean, yes, if I was trying to bring my family to a soiled sartorial standstill AND sabotage my relationship with my wife, of course. But that was NOT the plan. That was NEVER the plan. Generally speaking, in the same way you don’t bring a knife to a gunfight, you don’t bring a fork to a dryer.

HOWEVER, I noticed that the lint catcher, after I cleaned the screen, didn’t go down all the way. That is, it did not sit perfectly flush with the drum. So I pulled it out, pushed down the flap, and peered in to see what was underneath…

A whole bunch of rogue lint.

Like A LOT.

Obviously I needed a very specific tool to clear it. And as it happens, I have a many arched and angled wire hanger I keep on a high shelf in my closet. I keep it there because most people (Pam) assume it goes in the recycling bin. Because of the way I’ve carefully engineered this precision instrument over time, I knew it would be PERFECT. But I was wrong. It was not. I was working in too narrow a space where the lint was pretty much embedded. Plus that damn flap.

Gah!

I went to the kitchen to get a chopstick and a fork. The chopstick was semi-effective pulling stuff up the side. But for the lint gathered at the bottom around the thin rectangular hole, I…