OK so get this:
I was doing the laundry and the dishes and the vacuuming and stuff around the house since I was a kid. Mom called me Cinderfella. I had food in the fridge, gas in the car, and a roof over my head so I did not complain. When I did move out I took care of that stuff on my own I had those skills, and even if I did bring the wash home occasionally *I* was running the machines.
What is the point of all this?
A few years ago I was visiting my mom when she lived in Vista, which is about 120 miles south of Hollywood. I saw a brown cardboard moving box in the corner in the laundry room with men's clothing in it. I asked mom, "Hey, what is that stuff?" and she replied, "Oh, that's P___'s laundry, he sends it down and I do it for him."
WHAAAAAAAAAT?
My FIFTY YEAR OLD BROTHER IS MAILING HIS LAUNDRY TO MY EIGHTY YEAR OLD MOTHER?!?!?!??!?!
I just about blew a gasket. Unreal.