Dave stood in the middle of the kitchen, a mug of coffee in one hand and a look of determination on his face. Today was the day he would conquer the laundry. "Alright, let's get this show on the road," he muttered to himself, setting the mug down and rolling up his sleeves.

Dave squinted at the machine, scratching his head. "There you are, you elusive beast," he said, stepping forward with newfound courage. He quickly realized he had forgotten the first step. A quick Google search later, he was back with a sense of purpose.

Dave eyed the clothes with suspicion, "Whites from colors...how hard can it be?" he mused, before tossing a red sock into the white pile. He paused, reconsidered, and pulled it back. It was a game of trial and error, but he was learning.

Dave hesitated, then bravely pushed the button labeled 'Cotton'. "Here's hoping for the best," he laughed nervously. As the machine whirred to life, he allowed himself a moment of triumph, until he remembered the detergent.

Dave poured a generous amount into the compartment, muttering "Less is more, right?" He pressed 'Start' and watched as the machine began its cycle, feeling like a hero of domesticity. But as the wash progressed, a nagging feeling told him he might have mixed something he shouldn't have.

Dave opened the dryer, only to pull out a batch of vibrant pink clothes. His heart sank as he realized the red sock had indeed found its way into the white load. Just then, Sarah, his fashion-savvy girlfriend, walked in. "What on earth happened here?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

Dave sheepishly held up the pink clothes, "I was thinking... maybe we can start a new trend?" Sarah, after a moment of silence, burst into laughter. Soon they were both modeling the clothes, turning the mishap into a humorous fashion show. "You might just be onto something," she chuckled, as they posed for imaginary cameras.