He requested the use of my facilities and by requested I mean, he called and said "What's the code to your garage again? Also, how much ketchup do you have?" (Oh yeah, I have a garage AND ketchup. Holler.)
Now is where I should tell you that my dryer takes FOREVER to dry clothes. Also, it will run forever. As in, it won't turn off. It would go for days if I forgot and didn't hear the clanging of metal buttons on metal dryer drum OHMYGODWHATISTHATNOISEMAKEITSTOP!
He called me while at the house and we discussed status of said dryer.
Me: What time do you need to leave to go to work?
Morgan: I should leave here at about 2...that is, if my clothes are dry by then. Your dryer sucks.
Me: I know! It takes forever, ugh, I hate it. But it runs forever, so I think it just doesn't know what to do.
Morgan: That's not how it works, it doesn't know that it's going to run forever and then disperse the time and heat.
Me: Meh. Maybe. Maybe it doesn't want to be so hot, maybe it's saying, "No. I want to operate at a cool 60 degrees and I will take 7 days to dry these towels thank you."
Me: The machines are taking over, and mine are the first to start.
Morgan: I love that when the machines take over, it's not to rule the world, but just to inconvenience you.
Me: I KNOOOOW! So rude.
Then he made fishticks and used 3 cups of ketchup, because he hates to run out of ketchup mid-fishtick consumption.
This was after 500 fishsticks. He used a gallon of ketchup.