"Oh great," I say, excepting something expensive and/or absurd. "What?"
Brad appears in the living room. "I forget what they're called. One of those plastic bins you use to carry laundry up and down the stairs."
I pause a second, b/c this seems nearly impossible. Then I say, "You mean, a laundry basket?"
"Oh, yeah!" he responds.
Me, with narrowed eyes: "We have one of those somewhere."
|Oh, wow, a plastic bin that you use to carry |
laundry up and down the stairs!