[this morning… it’s a beautiful, rainy day.]
Barbara enters the wash room and immediately panics.
– Oh, Rachel! No, you can’t run the dryer when we’re all about to leave! You can’t have it running when no one is here! I don’t trust the dryer! I don’t trust it, you know!
– [under my breath] I don’t trust you.
– Oh! No, I totally agree… Dryers: Can’t trust ’em farther than you can throw ’em.