Dear Warm Fluffy Blue Towel,

I hate you.  You’re only warm because you’re in the bathroom, the smallest room of the apartment with its own heater.  And your fluffiness, oh you’re soft, so very soft, but you don’t dry at all.  I hate stepping out of the shower and trying to dry off with you. You just don’t do the job well.

Now, Grating Tan Towel, well… I feel you rip off a few layers of skin when I dry off with you.  But at least I’m dry.  So I’ll choose you over Blue Towel any day.

Your Friend and Mine,

AJ